"Ah, Mollie my dear, that's not so easy as it sounds," Aunt Mary said, folding up her work and rising to her feet. "There are all sorts of complications when it comes to shifting camp from the Old World to the New. But perhaps--perhaps if everyone in this old country could be persuaded to think of the children first--! In the meantime I must go and get lunch for my particular child." Probably Aunt Mary's mind was running on those sick babies of the poor as she played to Mollie that afternoon, for her fingers wandered off into the tune of a song she had not heard sung since her childhood: "'T is the song, the sigh of the weary: Hard times, hard times, come again no more! Many days you have lingered around our cottage door-- Oh, hard times, come again no more!" Mollie lay listening, the unopened album in her lap. She was drowsy after her morning in the garden, and thought she would rest her eyes by closing them for five minutes. "A little darkness will do them good after all that sunshine," she murmured to herself. It was very pleasant lying in the quiet room, on that broad sofa, listening to Aunt Mary's soft music. Mingling with the sound of the piano was the droning hum of a foolish bee, who had got on the wrong side of the window and was now making vain efforts to fly home again through the glass. A delicious scent came from somewhere--perhaps from the syringa bushes growing just outside the open window. Mollie's lazy eyelids fell over her eyes--"Just five minutes--" "Five minutes," said the clock. "Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty--" "How soundly the child sleeps," Aunt Mary whispered, peeping in a little later to look at her niece. "These afternoon naps are the best thing in the world for her overworked little brain. I wish I could fill Chauncery with children, and let them run wild in the garden." She felt, not for the first time, how duty seemed to pull two ways at once, for there were many things she would fain have done had her duty to her mother not stood in the way. Someone else came and looked at Mollie. "Asleep!" Prudence exclaimed, with a smile. "Never mind, I can manage. It is getting very easy." * * * * * Mollie did not open her eyes the moment she woke up; she lay still, enjoying the warmth, the sweet scents, and the balmy air, so different from the cold winds of early spring. Presently she yawned, stretched herself like a sleepy kitten, and finally sat up and opened the lazy eyes. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "Prue must have come and found me asleep. I wonder where she is."