"Shall I run up and tell her to come down?" suggested Sylvia, but "no," said grandmother, "it is better not."
But grandmother's heart was sore.
"I shall be so sorry if there is anything of sulkiness or resentfulness in Molly," she said to herself. "What could the child have had in her head?"
CHAPTER V.
MOLLY'S PLAN.
"... Such a plague every morning with buckling shoes,
gartering, and combing."
The Twin Rivals.
Soon after luncheon Miss Wren took her departure. Nothing more was said about Molly before her, but on leaving she patted Sylvia approvingly on the back.
"Nice little girl," she said. "Your grandmother must bring you to see me some day. And your sister may come, too, if she leaves her brooches at home. Young people in my young days——"