Shall I come and help you dress ?" "The idea!" cried Mrs.Friend.

"Shall I help you ?" She looked round the room and at Helena vigorously tackling the boxes.

"I thought you had a maid ?" "Not at all.

I couldn't be bored with one." "Do let me help you!" "Then you'd be my maid, and I should bully you and detest you.

You must go and dress." And Mrs.Friend found herself gently pushed out of the room.