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"
Then
she
gave
me
a
long
lecture
on
my
sins
,
and
told
me
to
sit
and
think
them
over
while
she
just
‘
lost
’
herself
for
a
moment
.
She
never
finds
herself
very
soon
,
so
the
minute
her
cap
began
to
bob
like
a
top
-
heavy
dahlia
,
I
whipped
the
Vicar
of
Wakefield
out
of
my
pocket
,
and
read
away
,
with
one
eye
on
him
and
one
on
Aunt
.
I
’
d
just
got
to
where
they
all
tumbled
into
the
water
when
I
forgot
and
laughed
out
loud
.
Aunt
woke
up
and
,
being
more
good
-
natured
after
her
nap
,
told
me
to
read
a
bit
and
show
what
frivolous
work
I
preferred
to
the
worthy
and
instructive
Belsham
.
I
did
my
very
best
,
and
she
liked
it
,
though
she
only
said
.
.
.
"
‘
I
don
’
t
understand
what
it
’
s
all
about
.
Go
back
and
begin
it
,
child
.
’
"
"
Back
I
went
,
and
made
the
Primroses
as
interesting
as
ever
I
could
.
Once
I
was
wicked
enough
to
stop
in
a
thrilling
place
,
and
say
meekly
,
‘
I
’
m
afraid
it
tires
you
,
ma
’
am
.
Shan
’
t
I
stop
now
?
’
"
"
She
caught
up
her
knitting
,
which
had
dropped
out
of
her
hands
,
gave
me
a
sharp
look
through
her
specs
,
and
said
,
in
her
short
way
,
‘
Finish
the
chapter
,
and
don
’
t
be
impertinent
,
miss
’
.
"
"
Did
she
own
she
liked
it
?
"
asked
Meg
.
"
Oh
,
bless
you
,
no
!
But
she
let
old
Belsham
rest
,
and
when
I
ran
back
after
my
gloves
this
afternoon
,
there
she
was
,
so
hard
at
the
Vicar
that
she
didn
’
t
hear
me
laugh
as
I
danced
a
jig
in
the
hall
because
of
the
good
time
coming
.
What
a
pleasant
life
she
might
have
if
only
she
chose
!
I
don
’
t
envy
her
much
,
in
spite
of
her
money
,
for
after
all
rich
people
have
about
as
many
worries
as
poor
ones
,
I
think
,
"
added
Jo
.
"
That
reminds
me
,
"
said
Meg
,
"
that
I
’
ve
got
something
to
tell
.
It
isn
’
t
funny
,
like
Jo
’
s
story
,
but
I
thought
about
it
a
good
deal
as
I
came
home
.
At
the
Kings
’
today
I
found
everybody
in
a
flurry
,
and
one
of
the
children
said
that
her
oldest
brother
had
done
something
dreadful
,
and
Papa
had
sent
him
away
.
I
heard
Mrs
.
King
crying
and
Mr
.
King
talking
very
loud
,
and
Grace
and
Ellen
turned
away
their
faces
when
they
passed
me
,
so
I
shouldn
’
t
see
how
red
and
swollen
their
eyes
were
.
I
didn
’
t
ask
any
questions
,
of
course
,
but
I
felt
so
sorry
for
them
and
was
rather
glad
I
hadn
’
t
any
wild
brothers
to
do
wicked
things
and
disgrace
the
family
.
"
"
I
think
being
disgraced
in
school
is
a
great
deal
tryinger
than
anything
bad
boys
can
do
,
"
said
Amy
,
shaking
her
head
,
as
if
her
experience
of
life
had
been
a
deep
one
.
"
Susie
Perkins
came
to
school
today
with
a
lovely
red
carnelian
ring
.
I
wanted
it
dreadfully
,
and
wished
I
was
her
with
all
my
might
.
Well
,
she
drew
a
picture
of
Mr
.
Davis
,
with
a
monstrous
nose
and
a
hump
,
and
the
words
,
‘
Young
ladies
,
my
eye
is
upon
you
!
’
coming
out
of
his
mouth
in
a
balloon
thing
.
We
were
laughing
over
it
when
all
of
a
sudden
his
eye
was
on
us
,
and
he
ordered
Susie
to
bring
up
her
slate
.
She
was
parrylized
with
fright
,
but
she
went
,
and
oh
,
what
do
you
think
he
did
?
He
took
her
by
the
ear
—
the
ear
!
Just
fancy
how
horrid
!
—
and
led
her
to
the
recitation
platform
,
and
made
her
stand
there
half
an
hour
,
holding
the
slate
so
everyone
could
see
.
"
"
Didn
’
t
the
girls
laugh
at
the
picture
?
"
asked
Jo
,
who
relished
the
scrape
.
