Tillie, at Mrs. McKee's, stood in the doorway and fanned herself with her apron.
Dilly got briskly up and gathered a drawer-full of papers into her apron.
"David's harnessin' now," said Mary, beginning to untie her apron.
Mrs. Pendleton hurried forward, wiping her hands on her apron as she went.
Mistress Affery, with a suppressed cry, threw her apron over her head.