Margaret quietly told the little girls that she would write a note to Maria, with her answer. "You must not do that," said Fanny. "Miss Young said you must not. That was the reason why she sent you a message instead of a note--that you might not have to write back again, when a message would do as well." Margaret, nevertheless, sat down at the writing-table. "You go to-day, of course," said Hester, in the voice of forced calmness which Margaret knew so well. "The little girls may as well stay and dine, after all, as I shall otherwise be alone in the evening." "I shall not go to-day," said Margaret, without turning her head. "You will not stay away on my account, of course." "I have said that I shall go on Thursday." "Thursday! that is almost a week hence. Now, Margaret, do not be pettish, and deny yourself what you know you like best. Do not be a baby, and quarrel with your supper. I had far rather you should go to-night, and have done with it, than that you should wait till Thursday, thinking all day long till then that you are obliging me by staying with me. I cannot bear that." "I wish I knew what you could bear," said Margaret, in a voice which the children could not hear. "I wish I knew how I could save you pain." The moment the words were out, Margaret was sorry for them. She was aware that the best kindness to her sister was to take as little notice as possible of her discontents--to turn the conversation--to avoid scenes, or any remarks which could bring them on. It was hard-- sometimes it seemed impossible--to speak calmly and lightly, while every pulse was throbbing, and every fibre trembling with fear and wretchedness; but yet it was best to assume such calmness and lightness. Margaret now asked the little girls, while she sealed her note, how their patchwork was getting on--thus far the handsomest patchwork quilt she had ever seen. "Oh, it will be far handsomer before it is done. Mrs Howell has found up some beautiful pieces of print for us--remnants of her first morning-gown after she was married, and of her poor dear Howell's last dressing-gown, as she says. We were quite sorry to take those; but she would put them up for us; and she is to see the quilt sometimes in return." "But Miss Nares's parcel was the best, cousin Margaret. Such a quantity of nankeen for the ground, and the loveliest chintz for the centre medallion! Is not it, Mary?" "Oh, lovely! Do you know, cousin Margaret, Miss Nares and Miss Flint both cried when they heard how nearly you were drowned! I am sure, I had no idea they would have cared so much." "Nor I, my dear. But I dare say they feel kindly towards anyone saved from great danger." "Not everybody," said Fanny; "only you, because you are a great favourite. Everybody says you are a great favourite. Papa cried last night--just a little tear or two, as gentlemen do--when he told mamma how sorry everybody in Deerbrook would have been if you had died."