“There now! You’re done!” exclaimed Hannah, the nurse, giving Priscilla an approving pat and looking her over carefully from head to heels to see that nothing was amiss. “Now you’ll please to sit in this chair, like a little lady, and not stir, else you’ll rumple your pretty frock and then your mamma will be displeased, for she will want you to look just right before all the company down-stairs. Your grandpapa and grandmamma, and uncles and aunts, and Cousin Cicely--all the line folks who have come to take dinner with you and bring you lovely birthday presents. So up you go!” Priscilla suffered herself to be lifted into the big armchair without a word and then sat obediently still, watching…
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