"I like nothing so well as waiting on you, and I can attend to my own affairs very well here." "I'll tell you why I proposed it," said Margaret.

"I think it would be a relief for Ethel to escape from Miss Winter's beloved Friday questions." "Great nonsense they are," said Flora.

"Why don't you tell Miss Winter they are of no use ?" "Mamma never interfered with them," said Margaret.

"She only kept Ethel in her own hands, and if you would be so kind as to change sometimes and sit in the school-room, we could spare Ethel, without hurting Miss Winter's feelings." "Well, I'll call Ethel, if you like, but I shall go and practise in the drawing-room.

The old school-room piano is fit for nothing but Mary to hammer upon." Flora went away, evidently annoyed, and Margaret's conjectures on the cause of it were cut short by Ethel running in with a slate in one hand and two books in the other, the rest having all tumbled down on the stairs.
"Oh, Margaret, I am so glad to come to you.