"Outlandish young woman out in the kitchen," she said with distinct disapproval, yet with evident helplessness before the situation.
Von Rosen started.

"Where is the dog ?" "Licking her hands.

Every time I told her to go, Jack growled.

Mebbe you had better come out yourself, Mr.Von Rosen." When Von Rosen entered the kitchen, he saw a little figure on the floor in a limp heap, with the dog frantically licking its hands, which were very small and brown and piteously outspread, as if in supplication.
"Mebbe you had better call up the doctor on the telephone; she seems to have swooned away," said Jane Riggs.

At the same time she made one long stride to the kitchen sink, and water.