Hastings should go away,
Eugenia vibrated, brush in hand, between her own chamber and
the head of the kitchen stairs, scolding Dora unmercifully in the
one place, and pulling at the long braids of her hair in the
other.
At last, just as Mrs. Hastings was about despairing of being
heard, and was beginning to think that possibly her husband might
be right and Eugenia in the _suds_ after all, a chubby,
brown-faced girl appeared, and after giving her a searching,
curious glance, shewed her into the parlor.
"Are the young ladies at home?" asked Mrs. Hastings; and Dora, who
had never told a falsehood in her life, and had no intention of
doing so now, replied that they were and would soon be down; after
which, with a low courtesy she went back to the scene of her late
disaster, while Mrs. Hastings busied herself awhile by looking
around the room which, though small, was very handsomely
furnished.
At last, beginning to grow sleepy, she took up a book and
succeeded in interesting herself so far as to nod quite approvingly,
when the rustle of female garments aroused her, and in a
moment Eugenia and Alice swept into the room.
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