ng about liking to have something to occupy her time, and it would be far more charitable of her to spend her time in that way than in persistently going into poor houses where the people don't want her, and reading tracts to them that they don't want to hear."
Dolly's appreciation of the audacity of the idea reached a climax in an actual shriek of delight.
"If I had five pounds, which I have not, and never shall have," she said, "I would freely give it just to see Lady Augusta hear you say that, my dear. Five pounds! I would give ten--twenty--fifty, if need be. It would be such an exquisite joke."
But Mollie did not regard the matter in this light. To her unsophisticated mind Lady Augusta represented nothing more than periodical boredom in the shape of occasional calls, usually made unexpectedly, when the house was at its worst, and nobody was especially tidy,--calls invariably enlivened by severe comments upon the evil propensities of poor relations in general, and the shocking lack of
Dolly, eldest sister of a happy family of artistic indigents, has been engaged to equally penniless Grif for seven years. It seems hopeless that they can ever afford to marry, but she builds castles in the air while he frets. Then a well-to-do rival arrives on the scene, trying them both.
The characters seem more real than "Little Lord Fauntleroy" or Dickon of "The Secret Garden," but it's still a sentimental tearjerker.
The story of Dolly and her family in Vagabondia.