Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.



When her hair was done, Natasha, in her short petticoat from under which her dancing shoes showed, and in her mother's dressing jacket, ran up to Sonya, scrutinized her, and then ran to her mother.

Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.

The cause of the delay was Natasha's skirt, which was too long.

Two maids were turning up the hem and hurriedly biting off the ends of thread.

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