CHAPTER VI.
AT LAST: AN ALLEGORY.
am sorry we have come to the Gold page," said Alice, with a sigh, folding her hands together as she seated herself in the bow-window seat on the Sunday before their parents were to sail for America.
"Sorry!" echoed Minnie, "why, I am very glad indeed!"
"Because it is the last, I mean," answered Alice; "we shall miss our Sunday afternoon story dreadfully."
"I propose that Agnes tells us one every Sunday," said John.