"No getting better for me. I know: reely I do."
"Nonsense!"
Miss Nippett shook her head as resolutely as her bodily weakness permitted.
"What's the time?" she asked presently.
Mavis told her.
"Whatever 'appens, I shall go down to posterity as a partner in 'Poulter's'!"
"You've no business to think of such things," faltered Mavis.
"It's no use codding me. I know; reely I do."
"Then, if you don't believe me, wouldn't you like to see a clergyman?"
"There's someone else I'd much sooner see."