And so it was, but they had business in hand, and Milly never was patient under delay. They came down stairs together, talking in subdued tones, when the ladies heard Milly say:
"Uncle George has come home; and I'm going to ask him now."
"Oh, would you, so quick? He's always tired at first."
"Yes, I am," in Milly's decided voice, "I hate waiting for things."
So into the library Milly went, while Emily sat on the stairs in the hall, waiting and blushing with eagerness.
Mr. Morgan had just entered the library. Seeing his niece with nicely brushed hair, and clean muslin apron, he smiled so pleasantly, that she plunged into her subject at once.
"Oh, Uncle George! I want to talk to you a few minutes."
"I'm quite at your service, Miss Milly," he answered, throwing himself upon the lounge, as was his habit after his walk, "but where is Emily?"
"She's somewhere; but Uncle George, would it cost a great deal of money to go to the shore? Emily and I want to go awfully. It's a secret and you must be sure not to tell Aunt Priscilla."
"Indeed, why is she to be kept in the dark?"