"To be sure he has," said Marjorie.
"What are you going to do next?"
"Go to that pleasant home in Maple Street with Miss Prudence and go to school." She was jubilant, too, today, or she would have been if Morris had not gone away with such a look in his eyes.
"You ought to be graduated by this time, you are old enough. Helen was not as old as you."
"But I haven't been at school at all, yet," she hastened to say. "And
Helen was so bright."
"Aren't you bright?" he asked, laughing.
"Mr. Holmes doesn't tell me that I am."
"What will your mother do?"
"Oh, dear," she sighed, "that is what I ask myself every day. But she insists that I shall go, Linnet has had her 'chance' she says, and now it is my turn. Miss Prudence is always finding somebody that needs a home, and she has found a girl to help mother, a girl about my age, that hasn't any friends, so it isn't the work that will trouble me; it is leaving mother without any daughter at all."
"She is willing to let Linnet go, she ought to be as willing to let you."