"The impertinent little monkey! Wherever did she learn to play like that? Did you tell her to go away, Elise?" angrily.
"No, my lady. I only went and peeped in at the door. When I saw who it was, I came quietly away."
"Help me out of bed, Elise," cried her mistress, imperiously.
"Oh, my lady, and bring back all the pain in your shoulder again!" Elise cried, aghast.
"Do as I bid you, girl," sharply.
The maid took the thin, bony little figure into her strong young arms, and lifted it out upon the floor.
"Now bring my dressing-gown, my slippers, and my wig. Put them on me—quickly," commanded my lady.
Elise knew that there was no use in expostulating. She quietly did as she was told. She powdered the yellow face, adjusted the curly wig and youthful cap, put on the velvet slippers and the gorgeous brocaded dressing-gown that made Lady Lancaster look like the Queen of Sheba in all her glory.
"Now give me your arm," she said, turning toward the door.