"Denis," said Nell, "I'm going to give Sarah a holiday!"
"To celebrate the joy—melancholy occasion?"
Nell had been waving Aunt Kezia's letter with its reams of counsel and advice over her head. She laid it down demurely.
"Don't be silly, Denis. I consider Sarah deserves a holiday."
"Prunes and prisms! So she does!"
"And it's Saturday, so you can help after lunch."
"I'm at your service, fair Eileen."
When Sarah came to clear the table Nell waved her away.
"Sarah, go and put on your outdoor apparel! You are to have a holiday. We—the O'Briens—have decreed it so."
"Yes, miss—what? A 'oliday? What for, miss?"