But really it wasn't my fault.

Hennie looked crushed to the earth, too.

When the car was there she wrapped her dark coat round her--to escape contamination.

Even her little feet looked as though they scorned to carry her down the steps to us.
"I am so awfully sorry," I murmured as the car started.
"Oh, I don't mind," said she.

"I don't want to look twenty-one.