Well, Mama, what say we have a little drinkie, and then take a tour of the place?

Mama was taking pictures in the park in front of our house.

Mama took a look at the empty plates, raised her eyebrows, called the waiter over again.

Before this, Mama had not taken quinine for six weeks.

"After that," she says, "Mama didn't take me too many times to the doctor's office."

And it was only a sleeping draught that Mama sometimes takes, not poison, as you know very well.

Then Mama closed her mouth, and took a deep breath.

She and Mama took the elevator up to the tenth floor.

Mama takes a look over at this new development.