of the thread--to cut it off short; but the third, who has the most
head of the three, plans how to undo the knot; and she it is who has
decided that you are to go to Hamley. The others are quite convinced by
her arguments; so, as the Fates have decreed that this visit is to be
paid, there is nothing left for you and me but to submit.'

'That is all nonsense, papa, and you are only making me more curious to
find out this hidden reason.'

Mr. Gibson changed his tone, and spoke gravely now. 'There is a reason,
Molly, and one which I do not wish to give. When I tell you this much,
I expect you to be an honourable girl, and to try and not even
conjecture what the reason may be,--much less endeavour to put little
discoveries together till very likely you may find out what I want to
conceal.'

'Papa, I won't even think about your reason again. But then I shall
have to plague you with another question. I have had no new gowns this
year, and I have outgrown all my last summer frocks. I have only three
that I can wear at all. Betty was saying only yesterday that I ought to
have some more.'

'That will do that you have got on, won't it? It is a very pretty
colour.'

'Yes; but, papa,' (holding it out as if she was, going to dance) 'it's
made of woollen, and so hot and heavy; and every day it will be getting
warmer.'

'I wish girls could dress like boys,' said Mr. Gibson, with a little