cularly felt the need of a stitch just then.
"I'd love to, and I guess I could. I can mend gloves; Merry taught me,
so I'd better begin on them, if you have any," said Molly, much pleased
at being able to do anything for her father, and still more so at being
asked.
"There's something to start with;" and he threw her a pair, with nearly
every finger ripped.
Molly shook her head over them, but got out her gray silk and fell to
work, glad to show how well she could sew.
"What are you smiling about?" asked her father, after a little pause,
for his head felt better, and it amused him to question Molly.
"I was thinking about my summer clothes. I must get them before long,
and I'd like to go with Mrs. Grant and learn how to shop, if you are
willing."
"I thought Miss Bat did that for you."
"She always has, but she gets ugly, cheap things that I don't like. I
think I am old enough to choose myself, if there is someone to tell me
about prices and the goodness of the stuff. Merry does; and she is only
a few months older than I am."
"How old are you, child?" asked her father, feeling as if he had lost
his reckoning.
"Fifteen in August;" and Molly looked very proud of the fact.
"So you are! Bless my heart, how the time goes! Well, get what you
please; if I'm to have a young lady here, I'd like to have her prettily
dressed. It won't offend Miss Bat, will it?"
Molly's eyes sparkled, but she gave a little shrug as she answered, "She
won't care. She never troubles herself about me if I let her alone.
"Hey? what? Not trouble herself? If _she_ doesn't, who does?" and Mr.
Bemis sat up as if this discovery was more surprising than the other.
"I take care of myself and Boo, and she looks after you. The house goes
any way."
"I should think so! I nearly broke my neck over the parlor sofa in the
hall to-night. What is it there for?"
Molly laughed. "That's the joke, sir, Miss Bat is cleaning house, and
I'm sure it needs cleaning, for it is years since it was properly done.
I thought you might have told her to."
"I've said nothing. Don't like house-cleaning well enough to suggest it.
I did think the hall was rather dirty when I dropped my coat and took it
up covered with lint. Is she going to upset the whole place?" asked Mr.
Bemis, looking alarmed at the prospect.
"I hope so, for I really am ashamed when people come, to have them see
the dust and cobwebs, and old carpets and dirty windows," said Molly,
wit
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