A Sweet Girl Graduate by L.T. Meade

"My dear," said Nancy Banister that same evening- "my dear and beloved Maggie, we have both been guilty of a huge mistake."

"What is that? " asked Miss Oliphant. She was leaning back in a deep easy-chair, and Nancy, who did not care for luxurious seats, had perched herself on a little stool at her feet. Nancy was a small, nervous-looking person; she had a zealous face and eager, almost too active movements. Nancy was the soul of bustling good nature, of brightness and kindness. She often said that Maggie Oliphant's laziness rested her.