"Sixteen and nineteen, what do they make?"

"Oh, never mind your sums. She has got the face and look of half a
hundred!"

"Now, I thought her face and her dress like a girl's," said Paulina.

"Yes," said Vera, "that's just the way with old maids. They dress
themselves up youthfully and affect girlish airs, and are all the
more horrid."

"That's your experience!" said Agatha. "But there's the waggon
creeping up at a snail's pace. "Let us run down and see after our
things."



CHAPTER III--THE FIRST SUNDAY



"Speed on, speed on, the footpath way,
And merrily hunt the stile-a;
A merry heart goes all the way,
A sad tires in a mile-a."
- SHAKESPEARE.


Sunday morning rose with new and bright hopes. The girls looked out