“Milly, come down! come down directly! Mother wants you. Do make haste!”
“I’m just coming, Olly. Don’t stamp so. Nurse is tying my sash.”
But Master Olly went on stamping, and jumping up and down stairs, as his way was when he was very much excited, till Milly appeared. Presently down she came, a sober fair-haired little maiden, with blue eyes and a turn-up nose, and a mouth... more...