Well, what now ?" seeing a hesitating, perplexed look on Vi's face.
"I cannot ask permission of papa or mamma." "No, of course not; we must go to Mr.Daly for that now." "I don't like it," she answered coloring; "it does seem as if nobody has the right to control us except our father and mother, and our grandparents." "Only that they have given him the right for the present." Mr.Daly came in at that instant, and Vi, placing the note in his hand, said "Will you please to look at this, sir, and tell me if I may accept the invitation ?" "I see no objection," he said, returning it with a kindly smile, "provided your lessons are well recited." Mr.Daly was an excellent teacher, thoroughly prepared for his work by education, native talent for imparting the knowledge he possessed, love for the employment and for the young creatures entrusted to his care.
The liking was mutual, and study hours were soon voted only less enjoyable than when mamma was their loved instructress.
Molly occupied her place in the schoolroom as regularly as the others.

It adjoined her apartments, and her wheeled chair required a very slight exertion of strength on the part of friend or servant to propel it from room to room.
Molly had already made herself a very thorough French and German scholar, and was hoping to turn her ability to translate to good account in the way of earning her own support; for there was no pauper instinct in the girl's noble nature, and able and willing as her cousin was to support her, she greatly preferred to earn her own living, though at the cost of much wearisome labor of hand and brain.
She was not of those who seem to forget that the command, "Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work," is equally binding with that other, "In it (the seventh day) thou shalt not do any work," This lesson--that industry is commanded, idleness forbidden--was one which Elsie had ever been careful to instil into the minds of her children from their earliest infancy; nor was it enough, she taught them, that they should be doing something, they must be usefully employed, remembering that they were but stewards who must one day give an account to their Lord of all they had done with the talents entrusted to them.
"Is Dick well?
was it a nice letter ?" Violet asked, leaning over her cousin's chair when lessons were done.
"Oh very nice! he's well and doing famously, I must answer it this afternoon." "Then you will not care for company ?" "Not particularly.

Why ?" Vi told of her invitation.
"Go, by all means," said Molly.

"You know Virgy has a friend with her, a Miss Reed.

I want you to see her and tell me what she's like." "I fear you'll have to see her yourself to find that out; I'm no portrait painter," Violet said with a smile as she ran lightly away to order the carriage and see to her own toilet and Rosie's.
They were simple enough; white dresses with blue sash and ribbons for Vi, ditto of pink for Rosie.
Miss Reed, dressed in a stiff silk and loaded with showy jewelry, sat in the drawing-room at Roselands in a bay-window overlooking the avenue.