It consisted of abundance of rich sweet milk, fruit, and the nicest of bread and butter.
She ate heartily; then as Agnes carried away the tray, seated herself by the window with her elbows on the sill, her chin in her hands, and half involuntarily took a mental review of the day.
The retrospect was not agreeable.
"And I'll have to tell papa all about it in my diary," she groaned to herself.

"No, I sha'n't; what's the use?
it'll just make him feel badly.
But he said I must, and he trusted me, he _trusted_ me to tell the truth and the whole truth, and I can't deceive him; I can't hide anything after that." With a heavy sigh she took her writing-desk, set it on the sill to catch the fading light, and wrote: "It has been a bad day with me.

I didn't look over my lessons before school, as I ought to have done, but went out in the grounds instead.
While I was there, I broke a rule.

Grandpa Dinsmore reproved me and called me in.

I went up to the school-room.