… Mr Toodle … was refreshing himself with tea in the bosom of his family.

I smiled; and she went on to say I looked a little more peart; maybe I would not be such a slow coach after all.

2004, George Sargent Janes Leubuscher, Douglas W. Patton, A Girl Named George: My First Hundred Years

I had shown her written proof of what I kept saying to her: that she shouldn't rush straight to the baby every time it cried, that she had to try and steel herself, to lash herself to the mast and endure her baby's sobbing while it learned to fall asleep on its own.