I don't want her to be ill just when I want a day off to take Willits to church.

Willits, as your medical adviser, I forbid more coffee.

He will really injure himself, Mrs.Sykes, if I do not take him away.

He isn't used to breakfasts like this and his constitution won't stand it." Mrs.Sykes beamed graciously under this delicate compliment and confiscated Ann's latest biscuit with a ruthless hand.

"If you gentlemen would like to sit in the parlour--" she offered graciously.