“Do you know, Katie, I don't think I ever saw you so happy and in such spirits?”
“There now! And yet you began talking to me as if I were looking sad enough to turn all the beer in the parish sour.”
“Well, so you ought to be, according to Cocker, spending all your time in sick rooms.”
“According to who?”
“According to Cocker.”
“Who is Cocker?”
“Oh, I don't know; some old fellow who wrote the rules of arithmetic, I believe; it's only a bit of slang. But, I repeat, you have a right to be sad, and it's taking an unfair advantage of your relations to look as pleasant as you do.”
Katie laughed. “You ought not to say so, at any rate,” she said, “for you look all the pleasanter for your visit to a sick room.”
“Did I look very unpleasant before?”
“Well, I don't think you were in a very good humor.”