 You know, I don't know how she expects to get any better just living on air. Well, you make some hot tea and toast and bring it in, and I'll see to it that she does take some. Is she still lying on the couch in the sewing room? Yes, ma'am. And another thing. She ought to be upstairs in her own bed. If she's bound and determined to be sick, she might as well do it right. I'll tend to her, Della. Yes, ma'am. I'll go and make the tea and toast. Is that you, Mary? Yes.