stood on one foot, stood on the other, put her hands to her head again.
"Sit down and rest a minute. You're worn out."
"While she's resting I'll run down and get the little nighties. They're just awfully dainty. I think you're going to love them!"
Christabel turned to Mrs. Caine as Miss Plympton scuttled from the room. "Well, mother, you see what a mess she's made of everything! I told you it was a mistake to have her."
"But, darling! She's made your clothes ever since your first little gingham dresses. It would have broken her heart to have anyone else make her Miss Christabel's wedding-dress. Besides, I think it looks all right, dear. And she needs the money dreadfully just now, with her mother breaking her ankle."
"Well, I'm sorry, but really! If you're seventy you oughtn't to climb trees."
"Darling, she just stood on a step-ladder to get some cherries for a pie"
