"My darling Madeline!" A large amused maternal smile irradiates the speaker. "Know! What a funny child you are!"
"Well. Mumsey, don't we know, or as good as know? Do you really think Uncle Christopher made all that up? I don't."
"It was the action of his brain, my dear, not his own doing at all! Let me see—what's it called?—something ending in ism."
"Hypnotism?"
"No! Oh dear, I shall remember directly...."
"Mesmerism?"
"No, no!—do be quiet and let me think...."
"Vegetarianism?"
"You silly girl! I had just got it, and you put it out of my head ... There! ... Stop! ... No! ... Yes—I've got it. Unconscious Cerebration! How on earth did I manage to forget that? Unconscious Cerebration, of course!"
"But it doesn't end in ism. It ends in ation."