What was to be done? Edith suggested driving to the next market town to
buy one; but her papa wanted the pony gig, so they could only sally
forth to Mrs. Cox's for some more tissue paper, and begin the work
again. This was very provoking to Edith.
"To have spent all the morning and now to be going to spend all the
afternoon over a trumpery balloon, which you can't make after all, Miss
Schomberg, is very tiresome, and I wanted to go to old Joe Murray's
to-day and see if the children have picked me up any corallines."
"I am very sorry, dear, my carelessness should punish you; but don't
disturb me by grumbling and I will try and get done before tea, and then
we will go together." This time Emilie was more successful; she took
pains to understand what was to be done, and the gores of her balloon
fitted beautifully.
"Now Edith, dear, ring for some paste," said Emilie, just as the clock
struck four; Margaret answered the bell. Margaret was the housemaid, and
so far from endeavouring in her capacity to overcome evil with good, she
was perpetually making mischief and increasing any evil there might be,
either in kitchen or parlour, by her mode of delivering a message.
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