"Let's give her a warm bath.

That's what mother does when we are sick, before ever she sends for the doctor." "I'd _ravver_ have a _turkey-wash_," said Fly, rousing a little, and then dropping her head again.
"There, she's lost her senses; I knew she would," said Dotty, walking the floor.
"Do stop that, Dot.

She has her senses as clear as you have.

When she says _turkey-wash_, she means a Turkish bath; it takes me to interpret.
She had a very gentle Turkish bath once.

Liked it--didn't you, Fly?
Can't you rub her real hard with a crash towel, girls?
That will be almost as good." "Of course we can," said Prudy, forgetting her gust of indignation entirely; "and what could be nicer than this little bathroom, with the silver faucets and ivory tub.