You're shrinking, woman!' said Mr Twit.
'It's not possible!'
'Oh yes it jolly well is,' said Mr Twit. 'You're shrinking
fast! You're shrinkingdangerously fast! Why, you must
have shrunk at least a foot in the last few days!'
'Never!' she cried.
'Of course you have! Take a look at your stick, you old
goat, and see how much you've shrunk in comparison!
You've got theshrinks , that's what you've got! You've
got the dreadedshrinks !'
Mrs Twit began to feel so trembly she had to sit down.