Nobody was carryin' her up glasses of milk-punch, and lemonade, and cups of tea, at all hours of the day.

She was glad of anything, and got well the faster for it.
Needn't tell her!--it would do Ethelyn good to stir around and take the air, instead of staying cooped up in her room, complaining that it is hot and close there in the bedroom.

"It's airy enough out doors," and with a most aggrieved look on her face, Mrs.Markham put into the oven the pan of soda biscuit she had been making, and then proceeded to lay the cloth for tea.
Eunice had been home for a day or two with a felon on her thumb, and thus a greater proportion of the work had fallen upon Mrs.Markham, which to some degree accounted for her ill-humor.

Mrs.Jones and Melinda were spending the afternoon with her, but the latter was up in Ethie's room.

Melinda had always a good many ideas of her own, and she had brought with her several new ones from Washington and New York, where she had stayed for four weeks at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.