When the girls began to arrive, Sara watched her little sister with
almost a dazed feeling. How rapidly this flower she had so cherished was
unfolding before her eyes! And what was its quality to be? No modest
daisy or violet certainly, nor yet a gaudy, flaunting tulip, but
something bright, sweet, surprising, and enticing, all at once; and she
thought of a carnation-pink shooting up from amid its ragged foliage,
vivid, brilliant, and of a spicy fragrance. She watched the guests,
also, with a critical eye, and was much pleased to note that Molly had
shown good taste in their selection. They were all ladylike girls,
evidently from good, well-guarded homes, and, though merry and care-
free, had not a touch of vulgarity.
Madame Grandet had begged the privilege of remaining to help with the
supper; and you may be sure every dish was served with a perfection and
daintiness of touch only the French can give. Yes, it was a great
success; and when, after the last guest had departed, Molly came and
told her sister, almost with tears in her eyes, how happy she had been,
Sara felt repaid for the sacrifice of quiet and seclusion she had made.
But she knew one party would not keep Molly. The active, restless,
rapidly-unfolding nature must have constant occupations and interests;
so for the sister's sake she did what she never would have done for her
own.
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