Clare, but you should have let one of the men fetch that tray in; life
in such weather as this is trouble enough of itself.'

Molly could not help wishing that her pretty companion would have told
Lady Cuxhaven that she herself had helped to finish up the ample
luncheon; but no such idea seemed to come into her mind. She only
said,--'Poor dear! she is not quite the thing yet; has got a headache,
she says. I am going to put her down on my bed, to see if she can get a
little sleep.'

Molly saw Lady Cuxhaven say something in a half-laughing manner to
'Clare,' as she passed her; and the child could not keep from
tormenting herself by fancying that the words spoken sounded
wonderfully like 'Over-eaten herself, I suspect.' However, she felt too
poorly to worry herself long; the little white bed in the cool and
pretty room had too many attractions for her aching head. The muslin
curtains flapped softly from time to time in the scented air that came
through the open windows. Clare covered her up with a light shawl, and
darkened the room. As she was going away Molly roused herself to say,
'Please, ma'am, don't let them go away without me. Please ask somebody
to waken me if I go to sleep. I am to go back with the Miss Brownings.'

'Don't trouble yourself about it, dear; I'll take care,' said Clare,
turning round at the door, and kissing her hand to little anxious
Molly. And then she went away, and thought no more about it. The
carriages came round at half-past four, hurried a little by Lady
Cumnor, who had suddenly become tired of the business of entertaining,
and annoyed at the repetition of indiscriminating admiration.

'Why not have both carriages out, mamma, and get rid of them all at