ously, for she was an inveterate chatterbox. 'You know, I had
promised to help Biddy because she was in such a muddle, and then mamma
came down and said we must get the dining-room curtains ready, to
surprise Cyril when he came home.

'Well, he was very pleased; but I am afraid mamma thought that he took
more notice of the way his books were arranged than of the curtains; but
he said it all looked very nice, and that we were getting to rights now;
and then mamma said that, as she was in the mood for work, we might as
well do the drawing-room curtains too.'

'But, my dear Mollie, the furniture is not yet arranged.'

'No, of course not; but you don't understand mamma. She never does
things quite like other people. She likes either to work all day long,
and not give herself time for meals even, or else to do nothing; she
likes beginning things, but she hates being compelled to finish them.
That is why I am obliged to wear this shabby old frock,' looking down at
it ruefully. 'Mamma has two such pretty ones half done, and I don't know
when she will finish them.'

'Does your mother make all your frocks, dear?'

'Yes; and she does work so beautifully--everyone says so. But she is not
always in the mood, and then it troubles her; she was in the curtain
mood last night. Cyril saw I was vexed about something, and when mamma
went out of the room he asked me if I were tired; and I could hardly
help crying as I told him about my promise to you; and then he called me
a little goose, and pulled my hair, as he does sometimes, and told me to
leave it to him.'

'Yes----' as Mollie paused from sheer want of breath.

'Of course Cyril can always manage mamma. He sent me into the kitchen,
and in ten minutes he came after me, and asked what was to be done.
Kester dusted all the glass, and Cyril and I did the rest. We were hard
at work till ten o'clock; and Biddy was so pleased.'

'And now we must go upstairs,' returned Audrey, when Mollie's story was
told. 'Perhaps Biddy will be good enough to help us.' And in a little
while the three were hard at work.

Audrey and Mollie arranged the shabby furniture to the best advantage.
One or two Oriental rugs were spread on the dark-polished floor; then
the curtains were hung and draped in the most effective manner, and some
old china, that Mollie said was her mother's special treasure, was
carefully washed and placed on the shelves of an old cabinet.

'It really looks very nice,' observed Au