Then I began to shear off a little near the tail, where I thought it wouldn't show much; but the mattress didn't fill up very fast.

So I kept on shearing, a little farther and a little farther, here a patch and there a patch, until I had taken a great streak out of the middle of the back, and the rug was ruined." "What did your father say ?" asked Joyce.
"Oh, he was furious! He said a seven-year-old child ought to know better than to do a thing like that, and if she didn't she should be taught.
But mamma wouldn't let him touch me, and only scolded the nurse for not watching me more closely." "Now it is Betty's turn," said Joyce, when the giggling that followed Eugenia's tale had subsided.

"What mischief did you get into, Betty ?" Before she could reply there was a step in the hall, a tap at the open door, and a pleasant voice said: "Good morning, young ladies." "Oh, it is the minister's wife, Mrs.Brewster," whispered Lloyd, jumping up from the sofa and going forward to greet her.
There was no need of introductions, for the girls had met the sweet-faced old lady several times.
"Mothah isn't heah, Mrs.Brewster," said Lloyd.

"She went to town this mawnin' on the early train, but we are lookin' fo' her to come on this next train.

And we are just dyin' fo' company, ou'selves.