"No--I'm too dirty to come on your white bed; I forgot, you won't like it," added she, in an injured tone.
"You are wet, you are cold, you are tired," said Margaret.

"Stay here and dress, don't go up in the cold.

There, sit by the fire pull off your frock and stockings, and we will send for the others.

Let me see you look comfortable--there.

Now tell me who threw cold water." "It was figurative cold water," said Ethel, smiling for a moment.