It was not long before we heard a cry of despair from above, and we responded to it promptly.
"It's fell in on the inside, knob and all, as I always knew it would some day; and now we can't get back into the room!" said Benella.
"Oh, nonsense! We can open it with something or other," I answered encouragingly, as I drew on my gloves; "only you must hasten, for the car is at the door." The curling iron was too large, the shoe hook too short, a lead pencil too smooth, a crochet needle too slender: we tried them all, and the door resisted all our insinuations.

"Must you necessarily get in before we go ?" I asked Salemina thoughtlessly.
She gave me a glance that almost froze my blood, as she replied, "The waist of my dress is in the room." Francesca and I spent a moment in irrepressible mirth, and then summoned Mrs.Mullarkey.Whether the Irish kings could be relied upon in an emergency I do not know, but their descendants cannot.

Mrs.Mullarkey had gone to the convent to see the Mother Superior about something; Mr.
Mullarkey was at the Dooclone market; Peter was not to be found; but Oonah and Molly came, and also the old lady from Mullinavat, with a package of raffle tickets in her hand.
We left this small army under Benella's charge, and went down to my room for a hasty consultation.
"Could you wear any evening bodice of Francesca's ?" I asked.
"Of course not.

Francesca's waist measure is three inches smaller than mine." "Could you manage my black lace dress ?" "Penelope, you know it would only reach to my ankles! No, you must go without me, and go at once.

We are too new acquaintances to keep Lady Killbally's dinner waiting.