"There is only one thing Tilly will ever be uncompromising about," her oldest sister remarked.
"What is that?" the little one asked quick.
"Girls, stop talking and go to bed," said their mother. "Letitia and Anne, put up work; I am tired. Maria, you and Tilly go at once and be out of the way."
"I can't see how I am in the way," remarked Maria. "Letty has not done her bonnet yet, and she will not go till she has."
"Letty, I am not going to wait for that bonnet."
"No, ma'am; there is no need."
"I am not going to leave you up, either. I know how that works. The bonnet can be finished to-morrow. And, Anne, roll up your ruffles. Come, girls!"
"What a lovely mantilla that is going to be; isn't it, mamma?" said Maria. "Won't Anne look nice when she gets it on? I wish you'd let me have one just like it, mamma."
"I do not care about your having one just like it," said Anne. "What would be the use of that?"
"The same use, I suppose——"