John tooks and makes the beds." "Well, now, run away and behave yourself, and don't bother me any more," said Mrs.Tretherick, remembering the object of her visit.

"Stop--where are you going ?" she added as the child began to ascend the stairs, dragging the long doll after her by one helpless leg.
"Doin' upstairs to play and be dood, and no bother Mamma." "I ain't your mamma," shouted Mrs.Tretherick, and then she swiftly re-entered her bedroom and slammed the door.
Once inside, she drew forth a large trunk from the closet and set to work with querulous and fretful haste to pack her wardrobe.

She tore her best dress in taking it from the hook on which it hung: she scratched her soft hands twice with an ambushed pin.

All the while, she kept up an indignant commentary on the events of the past few moments.

She said to herself she saw it all.