I shall be very poor of course, but _anything_ is better than crossing the sea again." It sounded very melancholy.

Sylvia's mind misgave her that perhaps she should offer to stay with Molly "for always" on this side of the channel, but she did not feel quite sure about it.

And the odd thing was that of them all Molly had most relished the travelling, and was most eager to set off again.

She liked the fuss and bustle of it, she said; she liked the feeling of not being obliged to do any special thing at any special hour, for regularity and method were sore crosses to Molly.
"It is so nice," she said, "to feel when we get up in the morning that we shall be out of one bustle into another all day, and nobody to say 'You will be late for your music,' or, 'Have you finished your geography, Molly ?'" "Well," said Sylvia, "I am sure you haven't much of that kind of thing just now, Molly.

We have _far_ less lessons than we had at home.