"Lard preserve her dear life!"
Susan frowned.
"'Tis milk that be wanted."
"You be right. Bottle-babies suffer crool wi' colic."
"Not if I wash the bottles. Fancy have chosen the names."
"Ah-h-h! Susan be one of 'em; I'll lay a crown-piece on that."
"You'd lose your money. Lizzie Alfreda be the name."
Uncle considered this, and commended the choice. Then he squared his shoulders and inflated his big chest.
"You missed a rare treat this marning, Susan."
"Did I?"