I half rose, and advanced my, head to see how she was occupied.
On her knees, with her forehead bent on her hands, I perceived that she was praying.
Her nurse tapped at the door.

She started up.
"I am dressed, Harriet," said she; "I have dressed myself, but I do not feel neat.

Make me neat!" "Why did you dress yourself, Missy ?" "Hush! speak low, Harriet, for fear of waking _the girl_" (meaning me, who now lay with my eyes shut).

"I dressed myself to learn, against the time you leave me." "Do you want me to go ?" "When you are cross, I have many a time wanted you to go, but not now.
Tie my sash straight; make my hair smooth, please." "Your sash is straight enough.

What a particular little body you are!" "It must be tied again.