"I will do anything for you, mother," said Florence, whose own eyes had a suspicion of tears in them.  "It was just a passing weakness, and I am all right now.  Yes, I will get the Scholarship, and I will stoop to Aunt Susan's ways--I will cringe to her if necessary; I will do my best to propitiate Sir John Wallis, and I will act like a snob in every sense of the word.  There now, Mummy, I see you are dying to have the box opened.  We will open it and see what it contains."