 Uh-uh. No, she ain't upstairs. She must be in the sewing room lying on the couch. It's Mary, Mrs. Darby. Come on this way, Miss Lord. Mary, dear, it's sweet of you to come over and see me. Hello, darling. Oh, good morning, Miss Darby. I came over just as soon as Dr. Nelson told me you weren't feeling well, Mrs. Darby, and I'm awfully, awfully sorry. Oh, it's really nothing.