“Be a teacher—seamstress—anything.”
“Good!” said Tom. “I’ll engage you to give me lessons.”
“In what?”
“Sewing,” said Tom gravely; “or would you recommend knitting?”
Mary laughed.
“I should prefer sewing, as I understand it better; but I am afraid you won’t be patient enough.”
“Try me.”
By this time they had reached the lawyer’s house, and the two girls entered. Imogene was thoroughly in earnest in her resolution to get rid of Mary.
That evening a family conclave was held; the papers were examined for the advertisement of a cheap boarding-school, the cheapest was selected, and early the next week Mary Somers started by the coach for a new home.
As the coach whirled away Imogene looked after it with exultation.