Go away and sit up prim like Phyllis.

You shall have no more fun with me, I can tell you." A lump came in Hetty's throat.

She knew Mark was in the wrong, and was very unkind besides; but still he had so often been good to her that she could not bear to quarrel with him.
"I am very sorry," she said; "but I don't think you need be afraid that Miss Davis will complain to anyone about us." This made Mark more angry; for he did not like to hear the word "afraid" applied to himself; and yet his chief uneasiness had been lest the occurrence of last evening should come to the ears of his father, who had a great dislike for practical jokes.
"Afraid?
I am not afraid of anything, you little duffer.

She can tell all about it to the whole house if she likes," he said, and turning on his heel went off whistling.
Hetty was right in the guess she had made regarding Miss Davis, who did not say a word to anyone about the trick that had been played on her.
She was too thankful to know that she had suffered from a false alarm, that her beloved brother was safe under the protection of the uncle who had promised to befriend him, and that her dear mother was spared the terrible anxiety that had seemed to have overtaken her; she was much too glad thinking of all this to feel disposed to be angry with anyone.
Besides, this accident had brought to light a side of Hetty's character which she had hardly got a glimpse of before.

The child had evinced a warmth of feeling towards herself which neither of her other two pupils had ever shown her, and this in forgetfulness of the somewhat hard demeanour with which she had been hitherto treated.