I want to, I _must_! Yes, I shall do the knives.

Please don't be cross!' She was bent on it; Mrs.Grail quietly acquiesced.

For ten minutes Thyrza wrought strenuously at the knife-board, speaking only a few words.

Then the girl Charlotte made her appearance.
'Now, Thyrza,' Mrs.Grail said, 'if you really want something to do, suppose you go and dust upstairs.

You haven't dusted yet, have you, Charlotte ?' 'No, mum, not yet.' Thyrza rubbed away for a minute longer, then agreed to go up to the lighter work.