Presumably the handkerchief served its purpose, for Margery's next words showed that dressing had progressed a bit.
"I can't get my stockin's on," she quavered.
"Pull 'em on," grunted the screen unfeelingly.
A few moments later there was similar trouble with the shoes, and Margery sent out a tearful announcement:
"They just won't go on."
"They got to," remarked the screen firmly.
"But I tell you they won't. They're my new ones and they won't go on without a shoe-horn."
"Stamp on 'em!" commanded Henry gruffly.
Behind the screen convulsive excitement followed, accompanied by a certain Jack-in-the-box effect which seemed highly to amuse the little boys in the water.
"That's right, Margery. Stamp on 'em!" they repeated derisively until cowed into silence by Henry's stony stare.