"It isn’t so with all of them," said Mrs. Leighton. "Jean is quite different. Jean can go anywhere." Underneath Mrs. Leighton’s kind, loving ways lay a superb respect for the domineering manners of her second daughter. "I should never be afraid of Jean’s lying awake at night, or turning home-sick. She is much too sensible." Miss Grace became impressed with the virtues of Jean. "Then Jean might come," she proposed apologetically. Adelaide Maud could not forgive her. After having awakened that radiant look in Elma’s eyes, to weakly propose that she might take the robust Jean! Mrs. Leighton’s eyes wandered to her husband. "Jean grows so fast. Perhaps a change would do her good," she suggested vaguely. "I should feel much more confident of Jean," said he. So it was arranged. Elma never forgot it. She wept silently in her room, and accepted comfort from no one, not even her mother. "There is one thing, Jean oughtn’t to have said to mother she would go. She put that in her mind before mother went out. I knew it was all up then. Jean will always get what she wants, all her life, and I shall have to back out. Just because I can’t play sonatas without mistakes they think I cannot do anything." Elma found Betty’s shoulder very comforting. A remark of Adelaide Maud’s rankled in Mr. Leighton’s mind. He was not altogether happy at having to act the dragon to Elma in any case. Adelaide Maud had got him quietly by herself. "Don’t let little Elma begin giving up things to those sisters of hers too soon, Mr. Leighton. Unselfishness is all very well. But look at the helpless thing it has made of Miss Grace." Then she relented at sight of his face. "I’m almost as disappointed as Elma, you see," she said radiantly. Mr. Leighton tried to put it out of his mind, but Elma, sobbing in her bedroom, had at last reached a stage where she couldn’t pretend that nothing had hurt her, a stage where the feelings of other people might be reckoned not to count at all. It was an unusual condition for her to be in. She generally fought out her disappointments in secret. Her father came to her finally, and began smoothing her hair in a sad sort of way. "You aren’t looking on your own father as your worst enemy?" he asked her kindly. Elma’s sobs stopped abruptly. "I was," she said abjectly. It was part of the sincerity of her nature that she immediately recognized where the case against herself came in. "I’m sorry about Jean," said Mr. Leighton. "It didn’t strike me at the time that it would be such a treat to either of you, you see. And we chose the one who seemed most fitted for going with Miss Grace." "Mabel might have gone," wailed Elma. Mabel! Not for a moment had the claims of Mabel been mentioned. Mr. Leighton was completely puzzled. Elma in an honourable manner felt that probably she might be giving away Mabel to an unseeing parent. Mabel wanted, oh very much, to stay at home just then.