I will do anything--I can be very useful.

I can mount drawings, frame photographs, sketch and design, and my humble talents are all yours." Then Agatha looked at me, and the glance of those eyes was so sweet I almost lost myself.
"The Cherokee Indians, or whatever they are called, will be much obliged to you," she said.

"I cannot call working for them 'Utopian delight;' my fingers ache with this stiff cardboard." "You willfully misunderstand me, Miss Thesiger; the delight consists in being with you, not in working for the Cherokees.

Save that I shudder when I hear that they have eaten a missionary, they have no particular interest for me." Lady Thesiger smiled.
"You must work, not talk, Sir Edgar.

Sit down here, pray, and if you think Miss Trevelyan will be uneasy, I will send a servant to tell her that you will remain here for lunch and for dinner." "I prepared her for that emergency; now give me something to do for the Cherokees." My hands were soon filled.