You aught to have told me it was torn this morning.

You knew there was nothing for the child to put on ut this.

I never saw such a set as you are!" Netty flirted away, grumbling to herself.

When she came in, she threw the frock into my lap with manner so insolent and provoking that I could hardly keep from breaking out upon her and rating her soundly.
One thing that helped to restrain me was the recollection of sundry ebullitions of a like nature that had neither produced good effects nor left my mind in a state of much self-respect or tranquillity.
I repaired the torn sleeve, while Netty stood by.

It was the work of but five minutes.
"Be sure," said I, as I handed the garment to Netty, "to see that one of Alice's frocks is ironed first thing to-morrow morning." The girl heard, of course, but she made no answer.