Cheap brandy is worse than poison." She asked him to write it all down, and he did.
When Bobbie showed Mother the list he had written, Mother laughed.

It WAS a laugh, Bobbie decided, though it was rather odd and feeble.
"Nonsense," said Mother, laying in bed with eyes as bright as beads.
"I can't afford all that rubbish.

Tell Mrs.Viney to boil two pounds of scrag-end of the neck for your dinners to-morrow, and I can have some of the broth.

Yes, I should like some more water now, love.

And will you get a basin and sponge my hands ?" Roberta obeyed.