Stumbling over one of her shoes she kicked it viciously aside, then, leaning her head against the door, her sobs broke forth afresh.
In a twinkling Miriam was beside her.

"Poor Elfreda," she soothed.

"You are tired and worn out.

Take off your hat and coat and bathe your face.
You'll feel ever so much better after you've done that.

You mustn't be cross with Grace and me.