"I hope there will be some nice little boys and girls there with whom you can play; and go to bed early, Sib, just for father's sake, and don't forget to pray for me." "I will, I will," said the child; "I always thank God for you because he made you so beautiful and good." "Well, I am busy now; go to bed, little woman." That was the last Sibyl saw of her father before she went away, for he did not go to see his wife and daughter off, and Mrs. Ogilvie looked decidedly cross as they stepped into the train. But they soon found themselves at Grayleigh Manor. Sibyl and her nurse were hurried off to the nursery regions, very much to the little girl's secret indignation, and Mrs. Ogilvie seemed to be swept into a crowd of people who all surrounded her and talked eagerly and laughed noisily. Sibyl gave them a keen glance out of those very blue eyes, and in her heart of hearts thought they were a poor lot. She and nurse had two nice rooms set apart for their own special use, a sitting-room and a sleeping-room, and nurse proceeded to unpack the little girl's things, and then to dress her in one of her prettiest frocks. "You are to go to tea in the schoolroom," she said. "There are two or three other children there, and I hope you will be very good, Miss Sibyl, and not spoil this beautiful frock." It was a white cashmere frock, very much embroidered and surrounded by little frills and soft laces, and, while absolutely simple and quite suited to the little girl, was really a wonder of expense and art. "It's a beautiful dress," she said; "you are wearing money now." "Money," said Sibyl, "what do you mean?" "This frock is money; you look very nice in it. Be sure, now, you don't spot it. It would be wicked, just as if you were throwing sovereigns into the fire." "I don't understand," said Sibyl; "I wish it wasn't a grand frock. Did you bring any of my common, common frocks, nursie?" "I should think not, indeed. Your fine lady mother would be angry if she saw you looking a show." "If you speak again in that tone of my mother I'll slap you," said Sibyl. "Highty-tighty!" said the nurse; "your spirit is almost past bearing. You need to be broke in." "And so do you," answered Sibyl. "If mother is good you are not, and I'm not, so we both must be broke in; but I've got a bit of a temper. I know that. Nursie, when you were a little girl did you have a bit of a temper of your own?" "That I did. I was a handful, my mother used to say." "Then we _has_ something in common," said Sibyl, her eyes sparkling. "I'm a handful, too. I'm off to the schoolroom."