"Grasp it, as Theresa says.

Never mind how you are taking it up." "Must I throw it down again ?" "If you please." "Take it up any way but in the middle," said Hamilton.
Down went the handkerchief on a chair, and then Frederica's fingers took it up, delicately, and with a little shake displayed as before what Hamilton called the flowers in the corners.

It was the same thing.

They all smiled.
"She can't hold a handkerchief any but the one way--I don't believe," said her brother Alexander.
"Isn't it right ?" said Frederica.
"Perfect, I presume, for Madison Square or Fifth Avenue--but not exactly for a revolutionary tribunal," said Hamilton.
"What is the difference ?" "Ah, that is exactly what it is so hard to get at.

Hello! Preston--is it Preston?
Can't be better, Preston.