With her stiff little bonnet tilted carelessly over her wrinkled forehead, she declared emphatically that she would gladly swap all her purchases at this moment for a tub of hot water.
"Where is Allie ?" Gray inquired.
"Lord knows! She's som'eres around bein' worked over by a couple of women.

Gettin' her hair washed an' her finger nails cured an' I dunno what not.

Mercy me! The things Miss Good had 'em do to her! An' the money we've spent! Allie's gone hog wild." The complaint ended in a stifled moan induced perhaps by some darting pain, then without further ado Ma Briskow unbuttoned one shoe and removed it.

"Whew!" She leaned back in her chair, wiggled her stockinged toes, and feebly fanned herself.

"But wait till you see her.