. Wives and daughters : an every-day story . she liked him personally—nay, she even loved him in her torpid way, and she intended to begood to his daughter, though she felt as if it would have been easierfor her to have been good to his son. Molly was bracing herself up in her way too. I will be likeHarriet. I will think of others. I wont think of myself, she keptrepeating all the way to the Towers. But there was no selfishness inwishing that the day was come to an end, and that she did veryheartily. Mrs. Hamley sent her thither in the carriage, v/hich wasto wait and bring her back at night. M
. Wives and daughters : an every-day story . she liked him personally—nay, she even loved him in her torpid way, and she intended to begood to his daughter, though she felt as if it would have been easierfor her to have been good to his son. Molly was bracing herself up in her way too. I will be likeHarriet. I will think of others. I wont think of myself, she keptrepeating all the way to the Towers. But there was no selfishness inwishing that the day was come to an end, and that she did veryheartily. Mrs. Hamley sent her thither in the carriage, v/hich wasto wait and bring her back at night. Mrs. Hamley wanted Molly tomake a favourable impression, and she sent for her to come and showherself before she set out. Dont put on your silk gown—your white muslin will look thenicest, my dear. Not my silk ? it is quite new ! I had it to come here. Still, I think your white muslin suits you the best. Any-thing but that horrid plaid silk was the thought in lilrs. Hamlcysmind ; and, thanks to her, Molly set ofi for the Towers, looking a. Thk Nf-w Mamtja. MAKING FKIENDSniP. 125 little quaint, it is true, but thoroughly lady-like, if she was old-fashioucd. Her father was to meet her there; but he had beendetained, and she had to face Mrs. Kirkpatrick by herself, therecollection of her last day of misery at the Towers fresh in hermind as if it had been yesterday. Mrs. Kirkpatrick was as caressingas could be. She held Mollys hand in hers, as they sate togetherin the library, after the first salutations were over. She kept strokingit from time to time, and purring out inarticulate sounds of lovingsatisfaction, as she gazed in the blushing face. What eyes! so like your dear fathers ! How we shall loveeach other—shant we, darling ? For his sake ! Ill try, said Molly, bravely; and then she could not finish hersentence. And youve just got the same beautiful black curling hair! said Mrs. Kirkpatrick, softly lifting one of Mollys curls from off herwhite temple. Papas hair is growing
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