Where is the goose grease ?" "On the mantelpiece in the nursery.

If you'll step there and speak to Maria--" I fetched the goose grease and went to sleep again.

Once more I was called: "Mortimer, I so hate to disturb you, but the room is still too cold for me to try to apply this stuff.

Would you mind lighting the fire?
It is all ready to touch a match to." I dragged myself out and lit the fire, and then sat down disconsolate.
"Mortimer, don't sit there and catch your death of cold.

Come to bed." As I was stepping in she said: "But wait a moment.