"Oh, she would soon learn how to manage," said Mrs. Tracy, in her easy way; "that sort of thing comes to girls when they are married."
"I am not so sure of that," said Salome.
"Nor I," said Hannah. "It would certainly take Juliet a long time to learn to be such a housekeeper as you are, Salome. But Juliet must be taught to make herself useful when she leaves school."
"And she must find some employment," said Salome, "though I hardly know what she is fit for."
"Oh, there is time enough to consider that," said Mrs. Tracy, with an air of uneasiness. "There she is!" she added in a tone of relief, as Juliet's peculiar knock resounded through the house.
"So you're having tea?" said Juliet, thrusting her pretty, flushed face inside the door without entering. "I don't want any; I've had mine."
And she was off ere any questions could be asked, bounding upstairs three steps at a time.
"Where can she have had tea?" asked Salome wonderingly of her sister. "Do you think she went home with Frances Hayes?"
"Hardly. She and Frances have not seemed at all friendly of late."
"With Dora Felgate, perhaps," suggested Mrs. Tracy.