What shall I do?
I have a whole morning's work before me." "Let me help you," I proposed, rising with sudden alacrity.

My eyes had just fallen on a small desk at my right, also on the floor beneath and around it.

Here, there and everywhere above and below lay scraps of torn-up paper; and on many, if not on all of them, could be seen the broken squares and inverted angles which had marked so curiously the surface of the envelope she had handed to Mr.Steele, and which I had afterward seen her burn.
"A baby can make a deal of mess," I remarked, hurriedly collecting these scraps and making a motion of throwing them into the waste-paper basket, but hiding them in my blouse instead.
"The baby! Oh, the baby never did that.

She's too young." "Oh, I didn't know.

I haven't seen much of the child though I heard her cry once in the nursery.