I know it was very bad for me; but what could I do ?" "I wish I had been there," said Sarah, giggling; "but, however, Aunt Elizabeth described it all to me so graphically this morning that it is almost as good as though I had been." "She should not have come down like that, without giving us a notion," said Mrs.Hewel, resentfully.
"If she had only warned us, you could have been lying on a sofa, with the blinds down, and I could have been holding your hand and shaking a medicine-bottle," said Sarah.

"That is how she expected to find us, she said, from your letters." "I am sure I scarcely refer to my weak health in my letters," said Mrs.Hewel, plaintively, "and it is natural I should like my only daughter to be with me now and then.

Aunt Elizabeth has never had a child herself, and cannot understand the feelings of a mother." Sarah and Peter exchanged a fleeting glance.

She shrugged her shoulders slightly, and Peter looked at his boots.

They understood each other perfectly.
Freshly to the recollection of both rose the lamentations of a little red-haired girl, banished from the Eden of her beloved home, and condemned to a cheap German school.