"If you have any that will look pretty, you may put them there certainly."
"Do you think she will like the swing at Mr. Ware's?"
"If she is like you, perhaps she may; but whether she be little or not, we must both try and make her pass her time pleasantly, you know," said Mabel, as she glanced round the room with approval.
The chintz curtains had been re-hung—the snow-white coverlet had been placed upon the bed—and the dressing-table arranged with the most careful attention to comfort and convenience. Everything, in the careful arrangement which Mabel had bestowed upon the room, seemed to speak a welcome; and through the open window the fresh breezes of the Cotswold hills passed freely.
"Does it not look comfortable?" said Mabel, appealing to her talkative companion.
"Yes, Mabel, dear, everything looks nice that you manage; but," added she, returning to the former subject, "if she is a great girl, what can I do to amuse her?"
"Oh, many things," returned Mabel; "even you can do, I think, if you try; you must not talk to her very much, and ask her too many questions."
"Do I tease you, Mabel, dear, when I ask you questions?"
"Not often; but then you know I love you," said her sister, "and therefore do not get teased."