"If it was mother I would mind.

Mother's so good, you don't know.

And she never 'colds me, except when I _am_ naughty--so I _do_ mind." "She wouldn't like you to be out so late, I'm sure," said Griselda in distress, "and it's most my fault, for I'm the biggest.

Now, which way _shall_ we go ?" They had followed the little path till it came to a point where two roads, rough cart-ruts only, met; or, rather, where the path ran across the road.

Right, or left, or straight on, which should it be?
Griselda stood still in perplexity.