What's that?
Going to rain?
I did not ask you, my child, for YOUR opinion on the weather.

My own suffices.

A headache?
Oh, nonsense! Headaches are caused by want of exercise.

Nothing so good for a touch of headache as a nice brisk walk in Kensington Gardens.

Maisie, don't hold your sister's hand like that; it is imitation sympathy! You are aiding and abetting her in setting my wishes at naught.