address," producing a card. "Write her everything, and let her counsel
you, will you?" She bowed her head.

"It's very kind of you all to care, and if you are sure she would not be
annoyed"--

"Annoyed? What an idea! Why, aren't you both daughters of the King?
Doesn't that make you sisters? I know you will not break your word, Miss
Olmstead."

"No, she won't," said Molly briskly; "when she says she is going to send
us to bed early, she always does it."

"Molly!" cried Sara, half-laughing, half-angry, "I think it must be your
bedtime, now."

"There! That's just because you want to talk to Mr. Glendenning," whined
the child. "Last night, 'cause you was lonesome, you let us sit up till
nine. I don't think it's fair!"

"Well," laughed the young man, to cover Sara's embarrassment, for she
had blushed like a rose at this, "I did have something in my pocket;
however, as it's only for early-go-to-beders, I don't believe I'll
produce it to-night."

Molly was on her feet in an instant.

"I always go to bed early, Mr. Glendenning, only when Sara wants me to
sit up, like last night: you don't blame me for that, do you?"