"You are not unhappy now, Margaret, are you?" she said; "I dare say little Rose will be quite well again tomorrow. Susan Reynolds told me just now that she was a great deal better."
"Yes," replied Margaret; "she is better, certainly, she would not be alive else; but it is nonsense to talk of happiness. What will mamma say when she knows how it all occurred?"
"Who is to tell her?" said Lucy. "We need not."
"No," replied Margaret; "but I rather suspect mamma thinks it is owing to some carelessness of Emily Morton's. She was talking to her very angrily a little while ago, and when Emily came away she looked like a frightened ghost."
"But it was careless in her. What business had she to trouble us with the care of such a child? she might have known that it would be very inconvenient.
"If mamma has a notion that it was her fault, she will send her away," said Margaret, while a feeling of satisfaction dawned upon her mind as she thought of the London journey.
"Will she, indeed?" exclaimed Lucy; "then we shall enjoy ourselves after all."
Margaret shrank from having her own idea put into words. "You must not be too sure of that, Lucy," she replied: "I only said that Emily would be sent away if mamma considered the accident her fault, but, in fact, it was no one's fault; and this she will find when inquiries are made."
"Mrs Harrington is coming now," said Lucy: "I am sure that is her voice; she is speaking to Dora."
Margaret trembled extremely. "I hope mamma is not going to ask about it,
Lucy."