"I suppose she did; but the dear Doctor never broke my neck, Cornelia Croly."
"Kitty has not broken it, Clarissa, has she?"
"Not yet, and I don't mean she shall. Where are you going, Cornelia?"
"To get your milk-posset!" Miss Croly was rolling up her knitting methodically. "It is four o'clock."
"I don't want milk-posset: get me some orange-juice!"
"The Doctor recommended milk-posset!" Miss Croly's tone was mild, but firm. "I will try to make it palatable, Clarissa."
"I tell you I won't have it! Whose house is this, I should like to know?"
"Yours, assuredly, Clarissa. I can leave it at any moment you desire, but while here I must do my duty as I see it."
"What a pretty scarf, Miss Croly!" I said hastily. How natural to be a buffer again! "Is it for a baby?"
Madam Flynt uttered something between a snort and a chuckle.