"Here you are. Oh, bother! Of course I had to upset the whole saucer of tacks! My goodness! Katiekins, I think you're wonderful to be able to sit way up there without being dizzy. I'd love to do it, to help, but I absolutely couldn't. It's the funniest thing about me—when I get on a high place I have this insane desire to jump off. They say very highly strung people do feel that way."
Who's Carrie showing off to now? Oh, the curly-haired young electrician. Poor old Carrie, so excited, with her head tied up in a gypsy handkerchief, and her eyes shining behind her glasses.
"Sometimes I have these vivid dreams that I'm falling. Well, I simply wake up trembling all over"
"Hammy 'at cur'u', pleash," said Kate through tacks.
"What, Kate?"
"'At!" Kate prodded the air with her forefinger.
"I don't—I—oh! The curtain! I remember when I was in St. Paul's in London, dear old St. Paul's, it was almost irresistible just to fling myself down"
"Did you get the samples of chintz for the sofa, Carrie?" Charlotte asked.
"Indeed I did, Lottchen! That reminds me, I must measure again. Mr. Totten calculated how much'd be needed for a sofa they have there, but I told him my seat was wider. Wouldn't you say it was more than five feet six inches? And then he wanted to know
