"You must make yourself look nicely, you know," urged Emily, archly. "Where's your brush?"
"I don't believe anything is anywhere," was the mournful reply. "I laid my sack down; but I can't find it, nor my hat either."
"Emily! Milly! Come, now, if you're going with me," called papa from below.
Milly flew about throwing the clothes with which the chairs were covered upon the floor.
"Oh, that is not the way to find anything! Where did you see your sack last?"
"Milly," said her aunt, coming to her aid, "I will give you your choice to go to ride and leave your room in this confusion, or to stay at home and take a lesson from me in order."
"I want to go with Emily," began the child. Then with a face full of resolution, she added:
"No, Aunt Priscilla, I'll stay at home."
"That's a dear child," said her aunt, kissing her. "Now run and carry this shawl to grandma to tuck around her, and then we'll go to work in earnest."
"Now," added the lady, when Milly returned, "We will make a beginning by hanging all the dresses in the closet. After this, remember that it is not a good way to turn closets and drawers inside out. Take one thing at a time; or what is better yet, keep everything in place so that there is no need of such an overturn."