Sublime

‘I tell you I have a presentiment that it must be a girl,’ returned Miss Betsey. ‘Don’t contradict. From the moment of this girl’s birth, child, I intend to be her friend. I intend to be her godmother, and I beg you’ll call her Betsey Trotwood Copperfield. There must be no mistakes in life with THIS Betsey Trotwood. There must be no trifling with H

I’m supposed to make you call me Conductor Cheery, but if you ask me, that sounds even stupider. So let’s just agree on Miss Cheery, all right?”