"It's all very well for people to saunter elegantly when they've nothing particular to do.

I dare say the Italians _may_ look dignified, but we can't stalk about as if we were perpetually carrying water-pots on our heads." "American girls have more energy than that.

I'm just ready to fly to bits," declared Delia, prancing down the passage like a playful kitten.
"I give everybody five minutes to get on their costumes," decreed Jess.
"Peachy must stay outside in the passage and wait.

I'll tinkle my Swiss goat-bell when you're all to come in." Peachy, pulling a long face of protest, took her stand obediently in the corridor, while her three roommates entered dormitory 13.

Their fancy dresses were lying ready on their beds, and they whisked into them with the utmost haste.
"There! Is my cap on straight?
Jess, you look fine! I guess we shan't keep the crowd waiting.