Mother's knees used to fold up this way, too.

God bless my soul!" wept the unfortunate lady.

"I do wish I were dead." With a desperate effort Aunt Agatha unfolded her knees sufficiently to bear her weight and turning, screamed wildly.

Hunch Dorrigan was stealing catlike down the stairs, his bloated vicious face leering threateningly at her over the railing.
"You old she-wolf!" roared that elegant young man.

"Where's His Nibs ?" Aunt Agatha moistened her dry lips and, gurgling fearfully, fainted.
When at length she became conscious again.