Miss Edwina

Cornelius was there, and they had scarcely said hello when he told his son to start shifting a pile of firewood from one side of the backyard to the other.

Miss Edwina, who heard him making smacking noises when he ate -- perhaps he was so glad to have some home cooking -- told him brightly: "Turn left at the foot of the stairs, son Thomas. There's a trough for you in the kitchen."