Practice Typing

When her hair was done, Natsha, in her short petticoat from under which her dancing shoes showed, and in her mothers dressing jacket, ran up to Snya, scrutinized her, and then ran to her mother. Turning her mothers 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.