volume under the counterpane of the bed, while the other sprang to her feet, and in a hurried, flustered way pretended to be getting something out of a tall wardrobe.
Before the one who hid the book had time to rise, a woman of fifty entered the room, and after a glance, cried--
"Janice Meredith! How often have I told thee that it is ungenteel for a female to repose on the floor?"
"Very often, mommy," said Janice, rising meekly, meantime casting a quick glance at the bed, to see how far its smoothness had been disturbed.
"And still thee continues such unbecoming and vastly indelicate behaviour."
"Oh, mommy, but it is so nice!" cried the girl. "Did n't you like to sit on the floor when you were fifteen?"