She is very fond of the little wood up the road, grandmother: shall I go and look for her there ?" Grandmother glanced round.

"Ralph," she said.

"Oh, I forgot, he will not be home till four;" for Ralph had begun going to school every day.
"Laura," she went on, to aunty, "put on your hat and go with Sylvia to find the poor child." Sylvia's face brightened at this.

"Then you are not so vexed with Molly now, grandmother," she said.

"I know it seemed like mocking you, but I am sure she didn't mean it that way." "What did she mean, then, do you think ?" said grandmother.
"I don't quite know," said Sylvia.