Miau! I'll be such a good little pussy-cat.

I'm sure different colors make me good or bad.
Don't laugh at me! I mean it! I'm a different person according to what I wear." For a short time the girls loitered about on the roof, enjoying the novelty of their position, and particularly the fact that they were on unlicensed ground, and would undoubtedly get into trouble if they were caught by Dominica or Anastasia.

Naughty Peachy, to play the maids a trick, took down the row of towels, folded them neatly, and placed them in a pile behind the cistern, chuckling over the prospect of Anastasia's consternation when she came up to fetch them and found them missing.
"I owe her something for breaking my pink alabaster vase," she announced.

"She's an awful smasher with her duster--just goes surging ahead over our mantelpiece and sends our ornaments flying.

Mary's Pompeii pots went to smithereens yesterday.