"Can't I have something to chew at?" "Sure. How'll a cracker soaked in milk soot?" "Cracker!" snarled Ravenslee. "Doctor's orders!" Ravenslee muttered and took up his book. "Helen who, did you say?" enquired Mrs. Trapes, glancing up. "Mr. Geoffrey I mean Ravenslee, I'm surprised at you swearin' ain't good for a invalid; your temperature'll be rose if you swear." "But, my dear Mrs.