"But I don't know what is the meaning of '... .--. -.--'. I only know that '...' represents 'S'," said Bernadette.
        "Which three-lettered word is beginning with S?" Delia asked.
        "Let me see... yes, 'SEE'."
        "No, the second letter and the third letter are not the same."
        "Emm... 'SAY'? 'SAW'? 'SIT'? 'SAT'? 'SAD'? 'SUE'? 'SPA'? 'SKY'? 'SLY'? 'SHY'?"
        "Sorry, none of them are correct. Think of the thngs that you need to beware of."
        "What is that can be... oh, yes! 'SPY'!"
        "Shh!" Delia said. "Don't speak too loudly!"
        "Sorry," said Bernadette. "But I don't understand why should we go there. I've never heard of any spies."
        "Spies," Delia said, "are anywhere they hide. They spy for anything they want to. We can hardly know what a spy like unless we are spies also." 
        "that's marvelous," said Bernadette, "magnificient, superb."
        You might be bored of listening to the two women babbling. Maybe you would like to know what happened to Poppy and Crocus but I would go to the scene about Dawn Daisy. If you count well, then you will know that if Dawn kept riding on his pony then she would be five miles away from Café Kafka. But she was just a few streets away from the café, speaking to her maid. 
        "Terri, have you sent out the invitation?"