"They need not; if you do them with silk just into the binding I do not think they will."
"No; mine do not—see," said Christina; "but they want some ornament."
"I was coming to that," said Mrs. Arundel. "Arthur, have you any scraps upstairs? Did you bring them with you?"
Arthur thought a moment. "I believe I did; I'll go and see."
Netta had some time ago gone out to Mrs. Ross with a message from her mother, and at this moment, the maid came in with a basin of stiff paste.
"Well done!" said Arthur, coming in with his scraps, and nearly running over the paste.
"I have not many," he said, "but we can get some on Monday. Here is a pretty one for the front of yours, Netta; and very appropriate too—a picture of a shepherd carrying the lambs."
"Oh, dear Arthur, how nice!" said Netta, as she e looked with pride on her first side, which was now nearly finished.
"Let me see," said Tom, who had been lying quietly watching them all this time.
"Mine is to be for you, Tom," said Christina; "but I am going to make it pretty at home, and I shall hope to bring it to you on Monday morning."