"Wait," cried Marjory, darting off, "I'll get Aunty's sprinkling can; then the stuff won't fly so."
After that the sweeping certainly went better. Then came the dusting.
"It really looks very well," said Bettie, surveying the result with her head on one side and an air of housewifely wisdom that would have been more impressive if her nose hadn't been perfectly black with soot. "It certainly does look better, but I'm afraid you girls have most of the dust on your faces. I don't see how you managed to do it—just look at Mabel."
"Just look at yourself!" retorted Mabel, indignantly. "You've got the dirtiest face I ever saw."
"Never mind," said Jean, gently. "I guess we're all about alike. I've wiped all the dust off the walls of this parlour. Now I'm going to wash the windows and the woodwork, and after that I'm going to scrub the floor."
