"Everything. You are so sleepy, you have forgotten."
"Yes. I have forgotten," said Maria, closing her eyes.
"O Maria, please do get up! I'm almost dressed; and I can't do the whole, you know. Won't you get up?"
"What's the matter, Tilly?" said her sister, rolling over, and opening her eyes quietly at Matilda.
"I am going down, Maria, in two minutes; and I cannot do everything, you know."
"Clarissa'll help."
"If you expect that, Maria, you will be disappointed. I wish you would come right down and make the fire."
Maria lay still. Matilda finished her dressing, and then knelt down by the window.
The burden upon her seemed rather heavy, and she went to her only source of help. Maria lay and looked at the little kneeling figure, so still there by the window; glanced at the growing light outside the window, then at her scattered articles of clothing, lying where she had thrown them or dropped them last night; and at last rolled herself out of bed and was dressing in earnest when Matilda rose up to go down-stairs.
"Oh now, you'll soon be ready!" she exclaimed. "Make haste, Maria; and come down to the kitchen. The fire is the first thing."