I can't be on my last legs regularly, can I ?" "I hope not, Miss." "What do you mean by that?
Are you trying to insult me, now that I'm weak and helpless?
Answer me, you gibbering idiot!" "I'm sure you'll feel better soon, Miss.

Can't I wheel you into the garden?
It's a beautiful day, and quite sunny and warm already." "Be quick about it, then; and don't tire me out with your eternal doddering.

When a thing has to be done, do it.

That's my motto." "Yes, Miss Jane." Slowly and with care the old attendant wheeled her mistress's invalid chair through the doorway of the room, along a stately passage, and out upon a broad piazza at the back of the mansion.

Here were extensive and carefully tended gardens, and the balmy morning air was redolent with the odor of flowers.
Jane Merrick sniffed the fragrance with evident enjoyment, and her sharp grey eyes sparkled as she allowed them to roam over the gorgeous expanse of colors spread out before her.
"I'll go down, I guess, Phibbs.