There were only three, and, years ago, her immense weight had made them as uncertain on their legs as drunkards.

She generally sat on a box for safety.

Finally, she constructed two forms out of the ironing-boards and some boxes.

Then she fastened two ropes of pink tissue paper, that opened out like a concertina, across the ceiling.

This was the finishing touch, and lent an air of gaiety to the room.
For two hours past Ada and Pinkey had been decorating one another in the bedroom.