"But we really must go now, or I shall be too late for what I wanted to do.

There is that collar of yours loose again, Molly.

A little brooch would be the proper thing to fasten it with.

You have several." Poor Molly--her unlucky star was in the ascendant this afternoon surely! She grew very red again, as she answered confusedly, "Yes, grandmother dear." "Well then, quick, my dear.

Put on the brooch with the bit of coral in the middle, like the one that Sylvia has on now." "Please, grandmother dear, that one's pin's broken." "The pin's broken! Ah, well, we'll take it to have it mended then.