It brought every member of the family to see what was the matter.
"What has the girl broken ?" cried Selina.
"Where has she hurt herself ?" anxiously added Johanna.
Hilary said nothing, but ran for a light, and then picked up first the servant, then the candle, and then the fragments of crockery.
"Why, it's my ewer, my favorite ewer, and it's all smashed to bits, and I never can match it again.

You careless, clumsy, good-for-nothing creature!" "Please, Selma," whispered her eldest sister.
"Very well, Johanna.

You are the mistress, I suppose; why don't you speak to your servant ?" Miss Leaf, in an humbled, alarmed way, first satisfied herself that no bodily injury had been sustained by Elizabeth, and then asked her how this disaster had happened?
For a serious disaster she felt it was.

Not only was the present loss annoying, but a servant with a talent for crockery breaking would be a far too expensive luxury for them to think of retaining.

And she had been listening in the solitude of the parlor to a long lecture from her always dissatisfied younger sister, on the great doubts Selina had about Elizabeth's "suiting." "Come, now," seeing the girl hesitated, "tell me the plain truth.