I don't like them mixed," he said.
"You have no taste," said Felicity.
"Except in my mouth, best beloved," responded Dan.
"You do think you are so smart," retorted Felicity, flushing with anger.
"Don't quarrel this lovely day," implored Cecily.
"Nobody's quarrelling, Sis.

I ain't a bit mad.

It's Felicity.

What on earth is that at the bottom of your basket, Cecily ?" "It's a History of the Reformation in France," confessed poor Cecily, "by a man named D-a-u-b-i-g-n-y.

I can't pronounce it.