I know your digestive capacities better than you do.
I have told you fifty times it doesn't agree with you.

A small slice of the other one!" "Yes, mamma," Maisie answered, with a cowed and cowering air.

I felt sure she would have murmured, "Yes, mamma," in the selfsame tone if the second Mrs.Le Geyt had ordered her to hang herself.
"I saw you out in the park, yesterday, on your bicycle, Ettie," Le Geyt's sister, Mrs.Mallet, put in.

"But do you know, dear, I didn't think your jacket was half warm enough." "Mamma doesn't like me to wear a warmer one," the child answered, with a visible shudder of recollection, "though I should love to, Aunt Lina." "My precious Ettie, what nonsense--for a violent exercise like bicycling! Where one gets so hot! So unbecomingly hot! You'd be simply stifled, darling." I caught a darted glance which accompanied the words and which made Ettie recoil into the recesses of her pudding.
"But yesterday was so cold, Clara," Mrs.Mallet went on, actually venturing to oppose the infallible authority.

"A nipping morning.