How prettily it pattered down on the floor! What did it look like?
O, like snuff, that people sneezed with.

This was housework.

Next thing they would ask her to wash dishes and set the table.

She would grow larger and larger, and Gracie would grow littler and littler; and O, how nice it would be when she could do all the work, and Gracie had to sit in mamma's lap and be rocked! "Flywer'll do some help," said she.

"Flywer'll take 'are of g'amma's things." While she stood musing thus, with a dreamy smile, and turning the handle of the mill as fast as it would go round, somebody sprang at her very unexpectedly.