"My, how you do race!" Maria reached round one hand and caught a fold of her skirt.

Her new dress was in fact rather long for her.

Ida had remarked that morning that she would have Miss Keeler shorten it on Saturday.

Ida had no wish to have a grown-up step-daughter quite yet, whom people might take for her own.
The three reached the ferry-boat just as she was about to leave her slip.

They sat down in a row midway of the upper deck.