CHAPTER VI.
ANXIETY AT ROSEMOUNT.
The only really quiet part of the day at Rosemount was during the morning hours, when the children were busy writing letters home and learning their lessons.

To-day, however, a certain restlessness seemed to have taken possession of them all.

Emma and Fani could not keep still a minute.

The latter tossed his papers about as if he couldn't make up his mind which one he wanted.

The former made all sorts of signs to him across the table, and, in the midst of studying her French verbs, she seemed to be suddenly seized with a desire for lead-pencils, for she began to sharpen all that she could get together, one after the other.
Oscar was writing out his speech.