But would you believe it?
Charlie Sloane made for that chair, noticed the cushion behind it, solemnly fished it up, and sat on it the whole evening.

Such a wreck of a cushion as it was! Poor Miss Ada asked me today, still smiling, but oh, so reproachfully, why I had allowed it to be sat upon.

I told her I hadn't--that it was a matter of predestination coupled with inveterate Sloanishness and I wasn't a match for both combined." "Miss Ada's cushions are really getting on my nerves," said Anne.

"She finished two new ones last week, stuffed and embroidered within an inch of their lives.

There being absolutely no other cushionless place to put them she stood them up against the wall on the stair landing.