"It seems to me that the wind has pulled you about quite a little.
Come, we'll straighten you up again." The child's thick dark hair was in a terrible state.

What belonged on the left side of the parting had been blown to the right, and what belonged on the right side was thrown to the left.

The little apron, instead of being in front, hung down on the side, and from the bottom of her skirt the braid hung loose, carrying upon it brambles and forest leaves.

First Martha combed the little girl's hair, then she pulled the apron into place.

Finally she got a thread and needle and began to mend the braid on the dress.
"Stop, Martha, stop, please!" Cornelli called out suddenly, pulling her skirt away.