nough, haven't I?"
"Yes, oh yes!" said Merry. "Thanks very, very much. And so Aneta is
there; and as Molly and Isabel will be there, they will tell me more
at Christmas. Perhaps we ought to go down now to meet father in the
manuscript-room."
Maggie rose with alacrity. She followed her companion quite
cheerfully. She felt assured within herself that the thin end of the
wedge had been well inserted by now.
Mr. Cardew was exceedingly courteous and pleasant, and Maggie charmed
him by her intelligence and her marvellous gift of assimilating
knowledge. Not a word was said with regard to the London school, and
at ten minutes to one Maggie bade good-bye to Mr. Cardew and Merry,
and went back to the rectory in considerable spirits.
Molly and Isabel were all impatience for her return.
"Well, what did you do?" said Molly. "Who was there to meet you?"
"Only Merry. Cicely had gone with Mrs. Cardew to Warwick."
"Oh, well, Merry is the jollier of the two, although they are both
perfectly sweet," said Molly. "And did she show you all the house,
Maggie?"
"No," said Maggie; "I really couldn't take it all in; but she took me
round the armory and into the old tower, and then we went into the
picture-gallery."
"Oh, she took you into the picture-gallery! There are Romneys and
Gainsboroughs and Sir Joshua Reynoldses, and all sorts of magnificent
treasures there."
"Doubtless," said Maggie. "But when I tell you what we did you will
laugh."
"What did you do? Do tell us, Mags."
"We sat in easy-chairs. I faced the portrait of a very beautiful lady
after whom Cicely Cardew is called."
"Of course I know her well--I mean her picture," said Isabel. "That is
a Gainsborough. Didn't you admire it?"
"Yes; but I want to look at it again; I'm going to do the gallery
another day, and on that occasion I think I shall ask Cicely to
accompany me."
"Why, what do you mean? Don't you like our sweet little Merry?"
"Like her? I quite love her," said Maggie; "but the fact is, girls, I
did my duty by her this morning, and now I want to do my duty by
Cicely."
"Oh Mags, you are so mysterious!" said Molly; "but come upstairs and
take off your hat, for the gong will sound for lunch in a moment."
Maggie went upstairs, Molly and Isabel following her. "Come into my
room, girls," she said. Then she added, dropping her voice, "I think
those bracelets are pretty secure."
Molly colored. Isabel looked down.
"You will never succeed,"
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