"Oh, quick! See what Patricia is doing."
Completely out of patience with Arabella's wriggling, Patricia was taking a vigorous hand.
In a manner anything but gentle she was pulling the heavy shawls up around Arabella's head and shoulders.
Betty Chase said that she was "yanking" them, and the word, if not elegant, was truthfully descriptive.
"Don't knock my hat off!" whimpered Arabella.
"I don't care what I do if only I get those old shawls onto you so you'll sit still!" declared Patricia.
When Arabella settled herself in her place she took a third more room than before, and looked like a little old woman rolled up in many blankets.
Arabella sat firm and immovable, staring through her spectacles. She did not turn to the right or the left, and one would say that she did not know that the girls were laughing at her.
"Don't you wish you had just one more shawl?" said Patricia.
"Not if I had to have you put it on," drawled Arabella. "You shoved my hat on one side of my head, and it's felt queer ever since."