“If there’s anything you want, mother, you’ll be sure and tell me?”
“I think I’d better put another shawl over your limbs?”
“Oh no, indeed!”
“Mother, are you sure you don’t feel a draught?”
“No, Mary; and it wouldn’t hurt me if I did!”
“I was only trying to make you comfortable—”
“I know that, my dear; you are a very good daughter. Mary, I think it would be nice if I made a cake. So many people call, and—”
“I’ll make it to-morrow.”
“Oh, I’ll make it myself,” Mrs. North protested, eagerly; “I’d really enjoy—”