“What’s the matter, Frances?”
“I feel so faint!” she said, almost inaudibly.
She was as white as a sheet.
“Give me some eau-de-Cologne....”
“What’s the matter with you now?” cried Otto, in despair.
“Baboe,” said Louise, “get some vinegar; mevrouw’s fainting.”
“No,” moaned Frances, “vinegar ... stains ... one’s ... things.... Mind ... my ... dress. Eau ... de ... Cologne.”
Louise dabbed her forehead.
“Don’t ruffle my hair!” screamed Frances.
“Oh dear, oh dear!” she moaned, the next second.