The doctors give Molly no hope that she will ever walk again.

One cannot help feeling very sad for her, poor child! and besides something Aunt Louise has been telling me, makes me anxious for Isadore and Virginia." He was scarcely less concerned than she, when he heard what that was.

"I shall talk to Louise," he said, "it would be the height of folly to expose her girls to such influences.

It is true I once had some thoughts of sending you to a convent school, under the false impression that the accomplishments were more thoroughly taught there than in the Protestant seminaries; but with the light I have since gained upon the subject, I know that it would have been a fearful mistake." "Dear papa," she said, putting her hand into his and looking at him with loving eyes, "I am so thankful to you that you did not; so thankful that you taught me yourself.

The remembrance of the hours we spent together as teacher and pupil, has always been very sweet to me." "To me also," he answered with a smile.
The expected guests arrived at the appointed time, Enna looking worn, faded and fretful, Dick sad and anxious, poor Molly, weary, exhausted, despairing; as if life had lost all brightness to her.
Her proud spirit rebelled against her helplessness, against the curious, even the pitying looks it attracted to her from strangers in the streets and public conveyances.
The transit from one vehicle to another was made in the strong arms of a stalwart negro whom they had brought with them from Roselands, Dick following closely to guard his sister from accident, and shield her as much as possible from observation, while Enna and Cal brought up the rear.
A room on the ground floor had been appropriated to Molly's use, and thither she was carried at once, and gently laid upon a couch.