"Can you?" I repeated.
"Of course."
"Well, do so quickly, please."
His voice rang out pleasantly and commandingly—
"Will you go and tell Amelia, please, that when the carriage returns I shall be glad if she will give the coachmen some dinner—some meat and potatoes."
Would the Help think that we were all in a conspiracy to make her boil potatoes?
"'Melia is not here."
"Where is she?"
"At the weddin'."
"Well, then, you go and get the dinner ready, please."