"You're awfully tiresome, Sheila Pat. If you will be such a baby, I shall have to come and get your bath ready myself."
"Y-you all have cold s-sponges!" sulked Sheila Pat, with chattering teeth.
"And so will you when you've grown bigger and stronger. Didn't Dr. McCarthy tell you so?"
"Is it s-strong? Feel my muscles! I j-just love icy-c-cold baths!"
"You look as if you do!"
"I think you're v-very rude, Nell O'Brien!" The Atom, after this dignified retort, relapsed into a cold silence.
"Now go and get Molly up, there's a good Atom," Nell said when Sheila Pat was clothed. "I can hear she's not moving."
The Atom departed.
"She's up now," she announced on her return.
"Well up?"