Mrs.Trotter is only a great deal too good-natured.

She is always keeping people who are ill.

Then her ladyship begins to read the Morning Post, and glances over the names of the persons who were present at Baroness Bosco's ball, and Mrs.Toddle Tompkyns's soiree dansante in Belgrave Square.
"Everybody was there," says Barnes, looking over from his paper.
"But who is Mrs.Toddle Tompkyns ?" asks mamma.

"Who ever heard of a Mrs.
Toddle Tompkyns?
What do people mean by going to such a person ?" "Lady Popinjoy asked the people," Barnes says gravely.

"The thing was really doosed well done.