Grandma Elsie said I was late and must be more punctual, and I gave her a saucy answer.

She wouldn't hear my lessons, and I was cross and wouldn't study, and wasn't ready for Grandpa Dinsmore, and was saucy to him.

So I had to stay up there in the school-room and learn my lesson over and eat my dinner there by myself.
"After that, when he let me out, I took a long walk and played croquet with some other girls--all without leave.
"They were eating supper when I got back, and I went in without making myself neat, and my plate and chair had been taken away, and I was sent up here to take my supper and stay till I'm ready to behave better." She read over what she had written.
"Oh, what a bad report! How sad it will make papa feel when he reads it!" she thought, tears springing to her eyes.
She pushed the desk aside and leaned on the sill again, her face hidden in her hands.

Her father's words about the kindness and generosity of Mr.
Dinsmore and his daughter in offering to share their home with his children, came to her recollection, and all the favors received at the hands of these kindest of friends passed in review before her.

Could her own mother have been kinder than Grandma Elsie?
and she had repaid her this day with ingratitude, disobedience and impertinence.