Molly herself tastefully and becomingly dressed, blooming, bright and cheerful, sat in an invalid chair by the open window.

She was reading, and so absorbed in her book that she did not hear the light step of her young relative.
Vi paused in the doorway a moment, thinking what a pretty picture Molly made--with her intellectual countenance, clear complexion, rosy cheeks, bright eyes and glossy braids--framed in by the vine-wreathed window.
Molly looked up, and laying aside her book, "Ah, Vi, this is kind!" she said.

"Come in, do; I'm ever so glad to see you." "And what of this ?" asked Vi, holding up the letter.
"Oh, delightful! dear old fellow, to write so soon.

I was not expecting it till to-morrow." "I knew you'd be glad," Vi said, putting it into her hand, "and now I'll just kiss you good-morning and run away, that you may enjoy it fully before lesson time." Rosie's voice was summoning Vi.

The children were in the veranda ready for their morning walk, waiting only for "Sister Vi." "Let's go to the Oaks," said Rosie, slipping her hand into Vi's; "it's a nice shady walk, and I like to throw pebbles into the water.