Of course, as Mark says, your being a Presbyterian will make considerable diff'rence.

Some folks thought Doc.
Simmonds was pretty nigh an infiddle!" Too overcome by his feelings to answer, Callandar followed her up the narrow stair and into a clean bright room with green-tinted walls and yellow matting on the floor.
Mrs.Sykes waved a deprecatory hand, at once exhibiting and apologising for so much splendour.
"This is the spare-room," she explained.

"And there," pointing to the high, old-fashioned bed, "is Ann." Callandar crossed the immaculate matting gingerly, taking Ann on faith, as it were, for, from the door, no; Ann was visible, only a very small dent in the big whiteness of the bed.
"Ann! Here's the doctor!" A small black head and a pair of frightened black eyes appeared for a moment as if by conjuration, and instantly vanished.
"Ann!" said Mrs.Sykes more sternly.
There was a squirming somewhere under the bedclothes, but nothing happened.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed the doctor, "you've got the child in a feather-bed!" Mrs.Sykes beamed complacently.
"Yes, I have.

It may seem like taking a lot of trouble for nothing, but you never can tell.

I ain't one of them that never prepares for anything.