"I had bread to make--and then I thought while my hands were in I would make a custard for uncle Rolf."
"You needn't have done that, dear! it was not necessary."
"Yes it was, because you know we have only fried pork for dinner to-day, and while we have the milk and eggs it doesn't cost much--the sugar is almost nothing. He will like it better, and so will Hugh. As for you," said Fleda, gently touching her forehead again, "you know it is of no consequence!"
"I wish you would think yourself of some consequence," said Mrs. Rossitur.
"Don't I think myself of consequence!" naid Fleda affectionately. "I don't know how you'd all get on without me. What do you think I have a mind to do now, by way of resting myself?"
"Well?" said Mrs Rossitur, thinking of something else.
"It is the day for making presents to the minister, you know?"
"The minister?"--
"Yes, the new minister--they expect him to-day;--you have heard of it;--the things are all to be carried to his house to-day. I have a great notion to go and see the fun--if I only had anything in the world I could possibly take with me--"
"Aren't you too tired, dear?"