―Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.

Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce

―Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old fogey in Boyd’s for something for my skin.

Miss Kennedy, pouring now fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:

―O, don’t remind me of him for mercy’sake!

―But wait till I tell you, Miss Douce entreated.

Sweet tea Miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers.

―No, don’t, she cried.

―I won’t listen, she cried.

But Bloom?