This done, each girl deliberately sat down and removed her shoes and stockings.

The stockings themselves now came in for washing--an alternate daily practice with them both since Mary had come hither.

They hung the stockings over the back of the solitary spare chair, just close enough to the stove to get some warmth, and not close enough to burn--long experience had taught them the exact distance.
They huddled bare-footed closer to the stove, until Annie rose and tiptoed across to get a pair each of cheap straw slippers which rested below the bed.
"Here's yours, Sis," said she.

"You just sit still and get warm as you can before we turn in--it's an awful night, and the fire's beginning to peter out already.

I wish't Mr.McAdoo, or whoever it is, 'd see about this coal business.