In a few minutes the master returned, and finding me crying, was touched with compassion.

He sent me home at once, which was well for me, as I could not have repeated a single question.

He thought Peter had crept through one of the panes that opened for ventilation, and did not interrogate me about his disappearance.
The whole of the rest of that day was miserable enough.

I even hazarded one attempt at making friends with Mrs.Mitchell, but she repelled me so rudely that I did not try again.

I could not bear the company of either Allister or Davie.