A Little Mother to the Others by L. T. Meade
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to make mischief. Why did she come here without being asked? Iris,
shall we go down to dessert to-night, or not?" "I would much rather not," answered Iris. "But father likes us to go. It is the only time in the day when he really sees us. I think, perhaps, we ought to get dressed and be ready to go down." "I will if you think so, Apollo; but I am very tired and sleepy." "Well, I really do. We must not shirk things if we are to be a bit what mother wants us to be; and now that Aunt Jane has come, poor father may want us worse than ever." "I never thought of that," replied Iris. "I'll run and get dressed at once, Apollo." She flew away into a tiny little room of her own, which opened into the night-nursery. "Susan," she called out, "will you please help me to put on my after-dinner frock?" "You have only a white dress to wear this evening, miss; your new black one has not come home yet." "A white one will be all right," replied Iris. "Oh, dear me, miss! and your poor mother only a week dead." |
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