May I offer you a cup of chocolate ?" "Not at all too late, mother mine.

I accept your offer and your chocolate on the spot.

Milly, good-morning! You are white as your dress! What is the matter ?" "Mildred is fading away to a shadow of late," his mother said.

"I must take her to the sea-shore for change." "When ?" asked Sir Everard.
"Let me see.

Ah! when you are married, I think.