mother of the tall Margaret, who followed her. There was a general
hush as she greeted Miss Winter, the girls crowding round to look at
their little sister, not quite six weeks old.

"Now, Margaret, will you take her up to the nursery?" said the
mother, while the impatient speech was repeated, "Mamma, can we go to
Cocksmoor?"

"You don't think it will be too far for you?" said the mother to Miss
Winter as Margaret departed.

"Oh, no, not at all, thank you, that was not--But Margaret has
explained."

"Yes, poor Margaret," said Mrs. May, smiling. "She has settled it by
choosing to stay at home with me. It is no matter for the others,
and he is going on Monday, so that it will not happen again."

"Margaret has behaved very well," said Miss Winter.

"She has indeed," said her mother, smiling. "Well, Harry, how is the
caterpillar?"

"They've just capsized it, mamma," answered Harry, "and Mary is
making all taut."

Mrs. May laughed, and proceeded to advise Ethel and Norman to put
away Henry V., and find the places in their Bibles, "or you will have
the things mixed together in your heads," said she.