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“I want to go for a drive too. Shall I?” she asked eagerly, when she saw Priscilla.

“No,” said Priscilla, “you can’t.” Then she suddenly remembered Miss Potts, who was an “only,” and how she longed for a little sister like Loveday, and how dreadful it would be to be without her, and quite suddenly her mood changed, and all her ill-temper vanished.

“We will ask father,” she said; “I expect he will say ‘Yes.’”

But father did not say “Yes” at once; he thought it would be better for her not to go.

“It would be very bad for you, dear, if you got a cold in that tooth——”

“But I will leave it at home,” pleaded Loveday eagerly, “on the mantelpiece, and wrapped up.”

“I did not mean the tooth itself, you monkey; I meant the place where it came out from.”

“I’ll keep my mouth shut as tight as tight can be, and put my handkerchief up to hold it all the time.”

“I should think if she had a shawl round her face she would not take cold,” said Priscilla, with the old-fashioned motherly air she wore sometimes.