I must really tell Marcelline never to let you go out without looking you all over." "It wasn't Marcelline's fault, grandmother dear," said Molly.

"I'm so sorry.

I dressed in such a hurry." "And why in such a hurry ?" asked grandmother.

"This is not a day on which you have any lessons." "No-o," began Molly; but a new thought struck grandmother.

"Oh, by the by, children, where are your letters for your father?
I told you I should take them to the post myself, you remember, as I wasn't sure how many stamps to put on for Cairo." Sylvia looked at Molly, Molly looked at Sylvia.