"And the worst of it is, Mr. Wharton says mother can
have the holiday, he will pay her salary while she is away, and she only
won't go because she says she can't leave Mollie and me alone and can't
afford to pay any one to look after us. It is so foolish, when we are
old enough to be taking care of her! I suppose she wouldn't be afraid
to leave Mollie, it is just me! Sometimes it does not seem quite fair
to be born a twin, because see how things are put into Mollie divided,
all the good got and all the bad into me; so I suppose mother thinks I
would set the house on fire or run away and go on the stage as I
sometimes threaten, so soon as her back was turned. Oh, Mavourneen
darling of the world, the very name of Lake Killarney, where our cousins
live, would make you well."
But again Polly stopped talking because Betty had seized her by both
shoulders, giving her a decided shake. "Say it again to me quickly. Is
it just because Mary does not know what to do with you and Mollie that
she won't go away?"
And both sisters nodded silently.
With a cry of what sounded like delight, Betty rose hurriedly to her
feet, letting the blue cloak slip away from her for the second time.
Then dancing across the kitchen she seized the two tall candlesticks
from the mantelpiece and setting them down in the center of the floor
afterwards added the third, with which Polly had lighted their way
through the hall.
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