Nell put down her letter.
"She gives a great deal of advice, and is very anxious, but since Denis is so frivolous I won't tell you any more."
"I've got a letter from Tommy, and he sends his love to my snowy-breasted Pearl," observed the Atom, "and he thinks they're comin' home in about a week."
"Oh, missansir," exclaimed Sarah, coming in to clear away the breakfast things, "let me shut the winders! You'll catch your deaths of colds!"
"Oh, it's a lovely morning," said Nell, leaning out.
"When I die, plant a shamrock o'er my corpse, Sarah," begged Denis.
Sarah sighed heavily.
"It's a great responsibility me having to look after you all!"
Nell put her head down on the window-sill and laughed.
"Sheila Pat," said Molly, "what are you doing?"