Dreadful, isn't it?
Hear that old Sam stumbling down-stairs! Now let's see what he brings you." Dogger's arms were full.

"I've a silk dress," he puffed, "and a ruffled petticoat, and a great leghorn hat--and just look at these feathers, and you never saw such a pair of slippers and silk stockings! And now let's try 'em on!" The child uttered a little scream of delight.

"Oh, Uncle Felix! Isn't it lovely?
Can't I have them?
Please, Uncle Felix!" she cried, both hands around his shirt collar in supplication.
"Take 'em all, missy," shouted Sam.

Then, turning to Felix: "They belonged to an actor who hired half of my studio and left them to pay for his rent, which they didn't do, not by a long chalk, and--Oh, here's another hat--and, oh, such a lovely old cloak! Yes, take 'em all, missy--I'm glad to get rid of 'em--before Nat claps them on Jane and goes in for Puritan maidens and Lady Gay Spankers.

Oh, I know you, Nat! I wouldn't trust you out of my sight! Take 'em along, I say." He stopped and turned toward Felix again.
"Couldn't you bring her down here once in a while, Mr.O'Day ?" he continued, a strange, pathetic note in his wheezing voice.