What she was "dot" was lost in a gurgle and a splutter as the oil slid down her throat.
When she returned she carried a big white bottle and a spoon
P'rapsy was not happy. She drew the blankets up around her, and buried her head among the pillows.
"P'rapsy," said her mother when the dose was down, "you've disobeyed me. Are you sorry?"
"P-p-pr—yes!" sobbed P'rapsy under the bedclothes.