Therefore, my child, I must ask you to make a point of being punctual--always.
Breakfast is at eight-thirty.

Please bear that in mind for the future!" Again Sylvia's wide eyes were upon her.

They looked her straight in the face.

"Dad and I are never back by eight-thirty when we go cubbing, are we, Dad ?" she said.
The squire cleared his throat, and did not respond.
Mrs.Ingleton smiled.

"But we are changing all that," she said.
"At my particular request your dear father has promised me to give up hunting." "What ?" said Sylvia, and turned upon her father with a red flash in her eyes.