Other articles were scattered about promiscuously, but Mary made no attempt as usual to put them in place.
[Illustration: "INSTEAD, IT SEEMED AS IF A SMALL CYCLONE SWEPT THROUGH THE ROOM."] Instead, it seemed as if a small cyclone swept through the room.

The wet umbrella was sent flying across to Ethelinda's bed.

Gloves, coat, and handsome plumed hat followed, regardless of where they lit, or in what condition.

Half a dozen books went next, tumbling pell mell into a corner.

Then Ethelinda's bed-room slippers, over which Mary was always stumbling, hurtled through the air, and an ivory hair-brush that had been left on her dressing-table.