"To speak plainly, my dear, what I want you to remember is this: Faults are not cured, any more than big towns are built, in a day." "No, I know they are not.

I'm not forgetting that.

I've been making a lot of plans for making myself remember about being careful," said Molly, nodding her head sagaciously.

"You'll see, grandmother dear." And off to bed she went.
The children went out early the next morning for a long walk in the country.

It was nearly luncheon time when they returned, and they were met in the hall by aunty, who told them to run upstairs and take off their things quickly, as a friend of their grandmother's had come to spend the day with her.
"And make yourselves neat, my dears," she said.