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Accordingly she brought me a cup of the sweetest malted milk I every tasted and I felt quite sick at the first mouthfull. And then she spent all of five minutes convincing me in a logical argumentative style - very like Ms. Mcainber that of course I wouldn't be able to eat anything sweet; and finally brought me some milk toast. 

things, and she thought I had better wait till tomorrow perhaps for milk-toast. She added that she thought she'd make me some gruel. I asked what she called gruel, and it transpired that her idea of it was milk "thickened with something" My tummy revolted at the thought and I gently insinuated so. I then said that I didn't care what she brought just so it was neither sweet nor thicknened.