The skeins were mixed and tangled.

"Here is sad confusion!" she exclaimed, timidly, with a faint smile.

"How am I to set it right again ?" "Let me help you," said Julian.
"You!" "Why not ?" he asked, with a momentary return of the quaint humor which she remembered so well.

"You forget that I am a curate.

Curates are privileged to make themselves useful to young ladies.