"Then why do you wish so much to attend this one?"

"Because I shall wear my new dress. I have not had it on yet. It rained
last Sunday, and mamma would not let me put it on for college. I was in
such a passion."

Constance wondered where she should begin. There was so much to do; so
much to alter in so many ways. To set to work abruptly would never
answer. It must be commenced gradually, almost imperceptibly, little by
little.

"Caroline, do you know that you have disobeyed me?"

"In what way, Miss Channing?"

"Did I not request you to have that exercise written out?"

"I know," said Caroline, with some contrition. "I intended to write it
out this morning before you came; but somehow I lay in bed."

"If I were to come to you every morning at seven o'clock, would you
undertake to get up and be ready for me?" asked Constance.

Caroline drew a long face. She did not speak.

"My dear, you are fifteen."

"Well?" responded Caroline.