Go back and take off your bonnet and be quick about it." Very slowly Miss Peters turned and went up the stairs.

She took off her neat little chip bonnet, adorned with the sprigs of wallflower, folded up her lavender gloves, and put back her heavily-fringed old-fashioned parasol in its case.

Then she went down to the drawing-room; she sighed heavily as she did so.

Poor thing; she had no money of her own, and was absolutely dependent on Mrs.Butler, who tyrannized over her as is the usual fashion in such cases.
The day was a glorious one, and from where Miss Peters sat she could get a splendid view of the bright and sparkling harbor.

Little boats skimmed about on its surface, and Miss Peters longed to be in one of them--anywhere away from the tyrannical sister who would not allow her to go out and disburden herself of her news.
That news, bottled up within her breast, almost drove the little woman crazy.