"Now slip on your wrapper and come down-stairs with me.

I am going to warm up some of that chicken on toast the way you like it, for supper, and then I am coming back up-stairs with you, and you are going to lie down, and I'll read that interesting book we got out of the library." Lucy obeyed like a child.

Her mother helped her slip the wrapper over her head, and the two went down-stairs.
After supper that night Sidney Meeks called at the Whitmans'.

He did not stay long.

He had brought a bottle of elder-flower wine for Sylvia.