But I'll do just as you like about them.

I'll leave off wearing them at all if you would rather." She looked up in grandmother's face, her own looking so white, now that the flush of sleep had faded from it, and her poor eyelids so swollen, that grandmother's heart was quite touched.
"My poor little Molly," she said.

"I don't think that will be necessary.
I am sure you will try to be careful.

But the next time you make a plan for teaching yourself any good habit, talk it over with me first, will you, dear ?" Molly threw her arms round grandmother's neck and hugged her, and old Marie looked quite pleased to see that all was sunshine again.
Just as they were leaving the cottage she came forward with a basketful of lovely apples.
"They came only this morning, Madame," she said to grandmother.

"Might she send them up to the house?
The little young ladies would find them good." Grandmother smiled.
"Thank you, Marie," she said.