Barbara, sternly.

"They'll have to travel mighty fast to keep up with me, Bob, once I am
of age and start in business," laughed Eleanor.

"That will do, young lady! Remember you are only fourteen, and business
is a long time off for you!" Mrs. Maynard remarked.

Then Eleanor hung over the back of her father's chair twisting the
iron-gray hair into ridiculous points while her mother and Barbara
forgot her presence and planned many fetching gowns for the summer
campaign. Both were fair examples of modern society and its aims, and
they sacrificed many worth-while plans and pleasures upon the altar of
their fickle goddess. So it followed that the fashionable tailors, the
modiste and the lingerie-maker stitched and fitted and clipped, on
beautiful materials and trimmings, until everything was ready for
Barbara's summer victory. Eleanor steadfastly refused to be annoyed by
having new clothes made, so her trunk was packed with the wardrobe she
already had on hand.

"Of course, Nolla's appearance is not of as much consequence as yours,
Bob, as she still is so young and delicate. It is different with you,
however, and I'm so glad you are sensible to appreciate what a
difference clothes make," said Mrs. Maynard, resignedly, as the seven
trunks were packed and waiting for the expressman.

"I'm glad your fussing is over at last. If you had much more to sew and
fit we never _would_ get away!" grumbled Eleanor, watching the man
stagger as he carried the heavy trunks downstairs.