'
'That's right, Gillyflower. 'Tis very wholesome to discover the
sourness of the grapes. And as I think grandmamma is really coming, I
shall want you at home, and to look after Dolores.'
'That's the worst of it, mamma; I shall never get on with her as Mysie
does.'
'We must do our best, for I do think really the poor child is
improving.'
'Lessons will begin again! That's one comfort,' said Gillian, rather
quaintly, thinking of the length of time that Dolores would thus be off
her hands.
'And now call Mysie. I must speak to her.'
As for Mysie, she was in a state of rapture. She knew her bliss before
her mother had communicated it, for Lord Rotherwood could not refrain
from telling his daughter that consent was gained, and Fly darted
headlong to embrace Mysie, dance round her and rejoice. The boys
declared that Mysie at once sprang into the air like a chamois, and
that her head touched the ceiling, but this is believed to be a figment
of Jasper's.
It was only on the summons to her mother's room that Mysie discovered
that Gillian was not going with her. It dimmed the lustre of her
delight for a little while, 'Oh, Gill, aren't you very sorry? You
ought to have had the first turn.'
'Never mind, Mysie, you are Fly's friend,'--and the two sisters' looks
at one another at that moment were a real pleasure to their mother.
Mysie was of a less shy nature than Gillian, as well as at a less
awkward age, so that the visiting without her mother was less
formidable, and she rushed about wild with delight; but Dolores was
very disconsolate.
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