And I have; but, my dear grandmother, your poor old twisted hands will not touch them.

What is a great strapping girl like me for, I'd like to know, if it is not to wash her own clothes, and yours, too ?' and Jerrie nodded resolutely at the fresh young face in the mirror, which nodded back with a smile of approbation of the _tout ensemble_ of the figure reflected in the glass.
And truly it was a very pretty and piquant picture which she, made in her neat calico dress, which, as it was three years old at least, was a little too short for her, and showed plainly her red stockings and high-heeled slippers, with the strap around her instep.

Her sleeves were short, for she had cut them off and arranged them in a puff above her elbows to save rolling them up, and her white bib-apron was fastened on each shoulder with a knot of blue ribbon, Harold's favorite color.

She had thoroughly brushed her beautiful wavy hair, and then twisting it into a mass of curls had tucked it under a coquettish muslin cap, whose narrow frill just shaded her lovely face.

'You look like a peasant girl, and I believe you are a peasant girl, and ought to be working in the fields of Germany this minute,' she said to herself with a mocking courtesy, as she left the mirror and descended to the kitchen, where, early as it was, she found Harold warming some coffee over a fire of chips, and cutting a slice of dry bread.
'What in the world!' she exclaimed, stopping short on the threshold.