She likes to have me.

We've been great chums ever since I had fever here, and she took care of me." Clover was amused at dinner to watch the cool deliberation with which Clarence studied Mrs.Watson and her tortuous conversation, and, as he would have expressed it, "took stock of her." The result was not favorable, apparently.
"What on earth did they send that old thing with you for ?" he asked as soon as they went upstairs.

"She's as much out of her element here as a canary-bird would be in a cyclone.

She can't be any use to you, Clover." "Well, no; I don't think she is.

It was a sort of mistake; I'll tell you about it sometime.