Therefore, to have to tell her that she could not walk with her, could not confide secrets to her, could not be so much in her company just because there was a tiresome old mother at home, who ought to be nursed by an equally tiresome elder sister, a confirmed old maid, was more than Nesta could brook. She had made up her mind, therefore, what she would do. She would not confide her scheme to her sisters, but after dinner, instead of going to her mother's room, she would slip out of the house, rush down a side path in the garden, get into the wood, and go off to Flossie's house. The idea had come into her venturesome brain that morning; but she was quite cautious enough to keep it to herself. She knew well that with regard to such an escapade she would have no sympathy from her elder sisters. They were highly pleased with the complete day of liberty which lay before them. They had planned it delightfully. They were resolved to ask the Carters to have tea with them in the summerhouse at the far end of the garden. They had so often been at the Carters' house, now it would be their turn to entertain them, and they should have a right good time. They had coaxed Susan, the parlour maid, into their conspiracy, and Susan had proved herself agreeable. She said that hot cakes and several dainty sweets should be forthcoming, and that the two Miss Carters should have as good a tea as she and cook could devise between them. "But not a word to Marcia," said Molly, "and for goodness' sake, not a word to Nesta. She is so greedy that she would be capable of coming down and helping herself to the things in the pantry if she knew." Nesta did know, however; for nothing ever went on in that house that she did not contrive to learn all about, but as she herself had a scheme quite ripe for action, she was determined to leave her sisters alone. "One of them will have to go to mother," she thought, "and goodness me what a fuss there'll be. Of course, mother can't be left alone, and I cannot be got back in a hurry, particularly when Flossie and I'll be out and away the very minute I get to her house. Marcia is going by train to visit that tiresome Angela St Just. I heard her telling father so this morning. I wouldn't be in Molly's shoes, or in Ethel's shoes. Yes, it will be Molly's turn--I wouldn't be in Molly's shoes. Dear, dear! What fun it is! It is quite exciting, we live in a continual sort of battle, each of us dodging the others." Nesta had to be very careful, and to keep the watchful eyes of her companions from fixing themselves too much on her face. Marcia came down to lunch that day neatly dressed, with her hat on. "Did you leave mother to put your hat on?" asked Ethel, in a vindictive tone. "No, mother helped me to dress. She was most particular. She has very good taste when she likes." "She is everything that is good; don't run her down to us," said Molly.