"So you and Laurie Meredith did not gain anything by your treachery to me!"
Flower started and looked at Jewel. Her beautiful features were transformed by a malicious sneer.
"Oh, Jewel! did you do it? Did you prejudice mamma against Laurie, and make her refuse his request?" she exclaimed, piteously.
"No, I did not do that, Flower. So, you see, I am not so bad as you think me; for I am as much puzzled as you can be over mamma's strange declaration," Jewel said, truthfully, for she was indeed amazed, though overjoyed, at the firm stand her mother had taken.
She said to herself, with a sneer, that when she chose to marry she would do so, in spite of all the mothers in the world; but she believed that Flower was formed in a gentler mold than she was, and that she would not dare transgress her parent's command.
Perhaps she might not, if she had been left to herself; but she had a fervent, impassioned lover, who could not endure the thought of leaving his sweet little love behind him, in the care of a mother who had shown herself so heartless and unnatural; and when Flower met him that night, in the odorous stillness and darkness of the flower-garden, he proposed that she should elope with him.
"You could slip out some time and go to the next village with me, could you not?" he entreated. "Then we could be privately married, and you could go back to your mother's and stay with her until the time for us to steal away, my darling."
She was startled and frightened.
"Oh, Laurie! I could not—I am afraid!" sighed the poor child.