"Where?" said the beauty languidly.
"Anywhere. Goodness! it makes me feel as if nothin' would ever get done, to see you sittin' there so."
"It's all done, mother."
"What?"
"Everything."
"Have you got out the pink china?"
"Yes."
"Is your cake made?"
"Yes, mother; you saw me do it."
"I didn't see you bakin' it, though."