She fixed her grey eyes on her father's face, as if she meant to pluck out his secret.He only smiled and said, - 'You're a witch, goosey!' 'Then it had! But if it was a note from Mrs Hamley, why might I not see it? I have been wondering if you had some plan in your head ever since that day - Thursday, was it not? You've gone about in a kind of thoughtful perplexed way, just like a conspirator.Tell me, papa' - coming up to him, and putting on a beseeching manner - 'why might not I see that note? and why am I to go to Hamley all on a sudden?' 'Don't you like to go? Would you rather not?' If she had said that she did not want to go he would have been rather pleased than otherwise, although it would have put him into a great perplexity; but he was beginning to dread the parting from her even for so short a time.However, she replied directly, - 'I don't know - I dare say I shall like it when I have thought a little more about it.Just now I am so startled by the suddenness of the affair, I have not considered whether I shall like it or not.I shan't like going away from you, I know.Why am I to go, papa?' 'There are three old ladies sitting somewhere, I and thinking about you just at this very minute; one has a distaff in her hands, and is spinning a thread; she has come to a knot in it, and is puzzled what to do with it.Her sister has a great pair of scissors in her hands, and wants - as she always does, when any difficulty arises in the smoothness of the thread - to cut it off short; but the third, who has the most head of the three, plans how to undo the knot; and she it is who has decided that you are to go to Hamley.The others are quite convinced by her arguments; so, as the Fates have decreed that this visit is to be paid, there is nothing left for you and me but to submit.' 'That is all nonsense, papa, and you are only ****** me more curious to find out this hidden reason.' Mr Gibson changed his tone, and spoke gravely now.'There is a reason, Molly, and one which I do not wish to give.When I tell you this much, I expect you to be an honourable girl, and to try and not even conjecture what the reason may be, - much less endeavour to put little discoveries together till very likely you may find out what I want to conceal.' 'Papa, I won't even think about your reason again.But then I shall have to plague you with another question.I have had no new gowns this year, and I have outgrown all my last summer frocks.I have only three that Ican wear at all.Betty was saying only yesterday that I ought to have some more.' 'That will do that you have got on, won't it? It is a very pretty colour.' 'Yes; but, papa,' (holding it out as if she was, going to dance) 'it's made of woollen, and so hot and heavy; and every day it will be getting warmer.' 'I wish girls could dress like boys,' said Mr Gibson, with a little impatience.
'How is a man to know when his daughter wants clothes? and how is he to rig her out when he finds it out, just when she needs them most and has not got them?' 'Ah, that's the question!' said Molly, in some despair.'Can't you go to Miss Rose's? Does not she keep ready-made frocks for girls of your age?' 'Miss Rose! I never had anything from her in my life,' replied Molly, in some surprise; for Miss Rose was the great dressmaker and milliner of the little town, and hitherto Betty had made the girl's frocks.'Well, but it seems people consider you as a young woman now, and so Isuppose you must run up milliners' bills like the rest of your kind.Not that you are to get anything anywhere that you can't pay for down in ready money.Here's a ten-pound note; go to Miss Rose's, or Miss anybody's, and get what you want at once.The Hamley carriage is to come for you at two, and anything that is not quite ready, can easily be sent by their cart on Saturday, when some of their people always come to market.Nay, don't thank me! I don't want to have the money spent, and I don't want you to go and leave me: I shall miss you, I know; it's only hard necessity that drives me to send you a-visiting, and to throw away ten pounds on your clothes.There, go away; you're a plague, and I mean to leave off loving you as fast as I can.' 'Papa!' holding up her finger as in warning, 'you are getting mysterious again; and though my honourableness is very strong, I won't promise that it shall not yield to my curiosity if you go on hinting at untold secrets.' 'Go away and spend your ten pounds.What did I give it you for but to keep you quiet?' Miss Rose's ready-made resources and Molly's taste combined, did not arrive at a very great success.She bought a lilac print, because it would wash, and would be cool and pleasant for the mornings; and this Betty could make at home before Saturday.And for high-days and holidays - by which was understood afternoons and Sundays - Miss Rose persuaded her to order a gay-coloured, flimsy plaid silk, which she assured her was quite the latest fashion in London, and which Molly thought would please her father's Scotch blood.But when he saw the scrap which she had brought home as a pattern, he cried out that the plaid belonged to no clan in existence, and that Molly ought to have known this by instinct.It was too late to change it, however, for Miss Rose had promised to cut the dress out as soon as Molly had left her shop.Mr Gibson had hung about the town all the morning instead of going away on his usual distant rides.He passed his daughter once or twice in the street, but he did not cross over the way when he was on the opposite side - only gave her a look or a nod, and went on his way, scolding himself for his weakness in feeling so much pain at the thought of her absence for a fortnight or so.'And, after all,' thought he, 'I am only where I was when she comes back;at least, if that foolish fellow goes on with his imaginary fancy.She'll have to come back some time, and if he chooses to imagine himself constant, there's still the devil to pay.' Presently he began to hum the air out of the 'Beggar's Opera' - I wonder any man alive Should ever rear a daughter.
