271/306 She didn't mention him, and I talked at least five minutes with her." "Hand me my dressing-sack," said Mrs.March, "and poke those things on the sofa under the berth. Shut up that wash-stand, and pull the curtain across that hideous window. Stop! Throw those towels into your berth. Slip the brushes into that other bag. Beat the dent out of the sofa cushion that your head has made. |