The effect was not fortunate; Gertrude's eyes were noticeably bloodshot, an affliction made more apparent by the white cap; and Alice drew her mother apart, whispering anxiously, "Do you suppose it's too late to get someone else ?" "I'm afraid it is," Mrs.Adams said.

"Malena says it was hard enough to get HER! You have to pay them so much that they only work when they feel like it." "Mama, could you ask her to wear her cap straighter?
Every time she moves her head she gets it on one side, and her skirt's too long behind and too short in front--and oh, I've NEVER seen such FEET!" Alice laughed desolately.

"And she MUST quit that terrible chewing!" "Never mind; I'll get to work with her.

I'll straighten her out all I can, dearie; don't worry." Mrs.Adams patted her daughter's shoulder encouragingly.

"Now YOU can't do another thing, and if you don't run and begin dressing you won't be ready.