But I know well what should like me,--and that were, not so much as one pair of eyes beyond. _Milly_, I dare reckon--but if I go on it shall cost me two pence, so I will forbear. "Well!" saith _Edith_, "one thing will I say, your leave granted, _Father_: and that is, I am fain you shall not read my part till it be done. I would lief be at my wisest on the last page." "Dear heart! I look to be wise on no page," cries _Milly_. "Nay," said I, "I would trust to be wise on all." "There spake our _Nell_!" cries _Milly_. "I could swear it were she, though mine eyes were shut close." "This book doth somewhat divert me, _Joyce_," quoth _Father_, looking at her. "Here be three writers, of whom one shall be wise on each page, and one on none, and one on the last only. I reckon it shall be pleasant reading." "And I reckon," saith Aunt _Joyce_, "they shall be reasonable true to themselves an' it be thus." "And I," saith _Milly_, "that my pages shall be the pleasantest of any." "_Ergo_," quoth _Father_, "wisdom is displeasant matter. So it is, _Milly_,--to unwise folks." "Then, _Father_, of a surety my chronicling shall ill please you," saith she, a-laughing. _Father_ arose, and laid his hand upon _Milly's_ head as he passed by her. "The wise can love the unwise, my maid," saith he. "How could the only wise God love any one of us else?" SELWICK HALL, OCTOBER YE II. _Milly_ saith, and _Edith_ likewise, that I must needs set down somewhat touching all us,--who we be, and how many, and our names, and such like. Truly, it seemeth me somewhat lost labour, if none but ourselves are to read the same. But as _Milly_ will have it the Queen's Majesty and all her Council shall be highly diverted thereby (though little, as methinks, they should care to know of us), I reckon, to please these my sisters, I must needs do their bidding.