Blanche and Marie Worthington were darting to and fro, dragging about first one thing and then another.
They were silly with fright, and dashed at, and dropped alternately, life belts, shoes, jewel cases, and wraps, while they sobbed and cried out hysterically.

"Oh, what shall we do with mother! What shall we do!" The manners of Betty Vanderpoel's sharp schoolgirl days returned to her in full force.

She seized Blanche by the shoulder and shook her.
"What a donkey you are!" she said.

"Put on your clothes.

There they are," pushing her to the place where they hung.