There was a nice hot singey smell; and at the table,
with an iron in her hand stood a very stout short
person staring anxiously at Lucie.
Her print gown was tucked up, and she was wearing a
large apron over her striped petticoat. Her little black
nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, and her eyes went
twinkle, twinkle; and underneath her cap—where
Lucie had yellow curls—that little person had