"Tell Ida to hurry up." "Oh, Ida," cried Bessie up the stairs, "there's an awful big fire right near here, and we're going." "Oh, wait!" shouted Ida, her mouth full of pins.

"I had to change my waist.

Oh, _do_ wait for me.

Where is it _at_?
Please wait; I'm coming right down in just a minute." "Hurry up, hurry up!" cried Vandover.

"It will be all out by the time we get there.