"Yes, ma'am, just like all the other times."
"And you remember what comes first?"
"Yes'm, caveat on toast."
"Kate?"
"What is it, Joe? . . . On your left."
"How about putting her on Donner's other side? Look, Kate, I've put Mrs. Martine here."
"That makes Mr. and Mrs. Palmer sit together."
"Oh, so it does. I guess we'll have to leave it the way you"
"Joe Green! Oh"
His outstretched hand knocked over a glass of water. The gray stain widened. Kate burst into tears.
"Why, Katie! It's only water!"
"It's ruined the table, and it's too late to do anything now. And I simply slaved to make it look pretty"
"But it's fine—all the little dinner cards you painted, and everything"
"It's ruined!" Kate sobbed.
"Just let Lizzie mop this up"
"Lizzie! If Lizzie manages to get through cooking the dinner I'll be thankful. She has one of her sick headaches— Look out, Joe! If you'll just get out of the way. And Annie Sullivan and I have had to do pretty nearly everything. Joe! Joe! Don't take one of the dinner napkins"
"Stop crying, Katie! Hurry and wash your face!"
"Oh, I wish I was dead!" she wailed, running up-
