And setting the lantern, when all was done, at the foot of one of the Mounds, they comfortably trotted to and fro for an evening walk, to the end that the murky cobwebs in Mrs Boffin's brain might be blown away.
There, my dear!' said Mr Boffin when they came in to supper.

'That was the treatment, you see.

Completely worked round, haven't you ?' 'Yes, deary,' said Mrs Boffin, laying aside her shawl.

'I'm not nervous any more.

I'm not a bit troubled now.