"She wants a whiff of sea air, I think," Miss Holcroft said kindly, "a few weeks on the coast would do her good. Pamela, what do you say, shall we spend August by the seaside?"
"We will think about it," Miss Pamela replied. "There will be plenty of time to consider that matter later on."
[CHAPTER XI]
MARIGOLD IS INVITED TO ROCOMBE FARM,
AND HER ARRIVAL THERE
"I WENT to see Molly Jenkins this afternoon," I Miss Pamela announced a few days later, as she joined her sister and niece at the tea-table, "and I am sorry to say she is not at all well."
"Dear me! What is amiss?" Miss Holcroft asked, a look of concern on her gentle face. "Has she been working too hard?"
"No, I do not think it is that. She told me she had finished the beautiful bridal veil you saw her making some weeks ago, and has been well paid for it. Since then, she says she has been taking things easier. The poor girl was looking so pale and thin that I was struck with surprise and dismay at the alteration in her appearance; her spirits seem to have failed her too. She acknowledged she was not feeling well, and said she thought the hot weather had tried her health. It was stifling in her sitting-room this afternoon, not a breath of air came in the windows, though they were both open."
"The heat has been quite overpowering to-day," Miss Holcroft said; "did you not find it so at school, Marigold?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Mary. But think how much hotter it must be in London!"