"And what a noise you do make," Margaret joined in. "Please, Pauline, shut the window."
At this moment Mrs. Grey opened the door and loosed a whirlwind of papers upon the nursery.
"Who's vulgar? Who's vulgar?" asked Mrs. Grey, laughing absurdly. "Why, what a tremendous draught!"
"Mother, shut the door—the door," expostulated Margaret and Monica, simultaneously. "And do tell Pauline to control herself sometimes."
"Pauline, control yourself," said Mrs. Grey.
When the papers were settling down, Janet, the maid, came in to say there was a gentleman in the drawing-room, and in the confusion of the new whirlwind her entrance raised Janet was gone before any one knew who the gentleman was.
"Ugh!" Margaret grumbled. "I never can be allowed to read in peace."
"I was practising the Mendelssohn trio, Mother," said Monica, reproachfully.
"Let us all practise. Let us all practise," Mrs. Grey proposed, beaming enthusiastically upon her daughters. "That would be charming."
"Father is so sweet," said Pauline. "He's simply covered with mud."