Her paradise was not a tranquil one, for the little woman fussed, was over–anxious to please, and bustled about like a true Martha, cumbered with many cares.
Beth bustled about the room, filling the shining brass teakettle and putting a spoonful of tea in the pot to make a cup for their mother and Mr. Franklin.
Her paradise was not a tranquil one, for the little woman fussed, was over-anxious to please, and bustled about like a true Martha, cumbered with many cares.
The fat Waldemar bustled about all night, conscientiously, because it was the master's order, but without conviction, because it was impossible for a stranger to hide among ruins which were so well-watched.