"So"-- she swept her hand through a yard of the air.

She then took up one of the cardboards which Rachel had laid aside, seated herself on a stool, and began to flourish a stump of charcoal.

While she occupied herself in strokes which seemed to serve her as speech serves others, Rachel, who was very restless, looked about her.
"Open the wardrobe," said Mrs.Flushing after a pause, speaking indistinctly because of a paint-brush in her mouth, "and look at the things." As Rachel hesitated, Mrs.Flushing came forward, still with a paint-brush in her mouth, flung open the wings of her wardrobe, and tossed a quantity of shawls, stuffs, cloaks, embroideries, on to the bed.

Rachel began to finger them.

Mrs.Flushing came up once more, and dropped a quantity of beads, brooches, earrings, bracelets, tassels, and combs among the draperies.