Janie and Doreen, if you'd like a quiet half-hour to finish your prep.

you may go into my room.

Somebody put the tables back, please, and be sure the trestles are in their right places this time, we don't want another collapse! Phyllis, your cough's worse.

Nurse shall rub your chest with camphorated oil, and you mustn't kiss anybody.

Betty too?
I'll give you a lozenge, but don't suck it lying down in bed, in case you choke." So saying, Mrs.Best, who generally mothered the hostel, dismissed her large family and bustled away with Nurse to superintend the putting to bed of the juniors and the due care of those who might be regarded as even ever so slightly on the sick list.