“On condition that you don’t keep them out too long, Miss Montague, I consent,” she said. “I hope you will enjoy your drive, girls.” And amidst their thanks the carriage drove on.
“How lucky it was,” exclaimed Flora, “that hateful old Forester wasn’t with us! She would never have let us go. I can see her shake her old corkscrew curls and make up her mouth and say, ‘It’s contrary to the rules, young ladies.’”
Florence was an excellent mimic; and she had caught Miss Forester’s very tone.
Her cousin laughed.
“I expect you need one such dragon to keep you in order,” she said.
The drive was a very pleasant one, for Miss Fanny was most agreeable company; and sorry indeed were both the girls when it was time to return.
Mr. Worcester met them at the gate. He appeared very happy to see Miss Montague, and promised to call on her during her visit at Mrs. Sidney’s. The girls thanked her for their ride.
“I shall come for you again, with Mr. Worcester’s permission,” was her reply. “Mr. Worcester knows that I am to be trusted.”
“You must have changed somewhat, then.”
“Oh, what an ungallant speech! But I have changed wonderfully. I have grown so old and staid! Come and see for yourself!”