AN UNCOMFORTABLE DRIVE. 119

Father's remarks respecting the hoped-for
result of the show, and I feel in a fever of
anxiety as to whether he will detect any
difference or not.

I quite envy Tiny as she sits there with a
clear conscience, and looks cool into the
bargain, in her soft white dress, and neat
little white bonnet, the only colour about
her being that of a lovely damask rose at her
throat. Father notices this too, for turning
suddenly round, he says:

“That’s a lovely rose, Tiny, it does not
look unlike one of my show ones! have you
been helping yourself to one?”

Tiny laughs, and says: “Yes, of course,
Father,” and he laughs too! How can they
laugh on such a terrible subject!

I have grown so crimson that Father is
moved to pity at my heated appearance, and
Says:

“You do look hot, Madge; couldn’t you
lend her your sun-shade, Tiny, you have not
the sun on you now, and she has it full in
her face.”