They've started a mother's help at the Vicarage.

None too soon I should say.

Who wouldn't be a mother's help in that establishment ?" Sir Beverley uttered a dry laugh.

"Daresay she knows how to feather her own nest.

Most of 'em do." "She knows how to keep her head in an emergency, anyhow," remarked Piers.
"Feline instinct," jeered Sir Beverley.
Piers looked across with a laugh in his dark eyes.