It is a broad flat book, with loose sheets in it." This was said in a tone of authority.

The domestic turned away without speaking and went down stairs.

In a little while she came back, and handed Helen a book, answering the description given.

But it was a portfolio of music.
"O no! Not this!" said she, with a curl of the lip, and an impatient tossing of her head.

"How stupid you are, Hannah! The book I want, contains prints, and this is only a music book! There! Take it back, and bring me the book of prints." Hannah took the book, and muttering as she went out, returned to the parlor, down two long flights of stairs, and laid it upon the piano.
"If you want the pictures, you may get them yourself, Miss; you've got more time to run up and down stairs than I have." As she said this Hannah left the parlor, and the book of prints lying upon the piano, and went back to the chamber she had been engaged in cleaning up when called away by Helen's bell.