"Well, Margaret," said Jean, "having always been the musical one of the family, it's an inducement to me; but Lilias, poor thing, would not care for it. Besides, I have always been of the opinion that we must not make her cheap, taking her to all the little tea-parties." "Oh, how can you talk such nonsense, when you never take me to one, never to one! and me close upon eighteen," the girl cried. "Katie goes to them all, and knows everybody, and sees whatever is going on; but I must do nothing but practise and read, practise and read, till I'm sick of everything. I never have any pleasure, nor diversion, nor novelty, nor anything at all, and Katie----" "Katie! Katie is nothing but the minister's daughter, with no expectations, nor future before her. If she marries a minister like her father, she will do all that can be expected from her. How can you speak of Katie? Jean and me," said Miss Margaret, "have just devoted ourselves to you from your cradle." "Not quite from her cradle, Margaret, for we were then young ourselves, and her mother, poor thing----" "Well, well, I did not intend to be taken to the letter," said Miss Margaret, impatiently. "Since ever you have been in our hands--and that is many years back--we have been more like aunts than sisters to you. We have given up all projects of our own. A woman of forty, which is my age, is not beyond thinking of herself in most cases." "And, reason good, still less," said Miss Jean, "a woman of eight-and-thirty." "So little a difference as two years cannot be said to count; but all our hopes we have put upon you, Lilias. We might have been jealous of you, seeing what your position is, and what ours is; we would have had great cause. But, on the contrary, we have put all our pride upon you, and thought of nothing but what was the best for you, and pinched ourselves to get masters and means of improvement, and taken houses in Edinburgh winter after winter----" "Not to speak," said Miss Jean, "of the great things Margaret has planned, when the time comes, which was not done either for her or me." "I know you are very kind," said Lilias, drying her eyes. "My dear," said Miss Margaret, "a season in London, and you presented to the Queen, and all the old family friends rallying round you--would I think of a bit little country party with a prospect before me like that?" At this Lilias looked up with her eyes shining through the wetness that still hung upon her eyelashes. "It is very, very nice to think of, I don't deny. Oh, and awfully, awfully kind of you to think of it." (Let it be said here in a parenthesis that this "awfully, awfully," on the lips of Lilias was not slang, but Scotch.) "I think it _is_ rather good of us. It was never done, as she says, for either Jean or me."