At sight of
Lucy her pride instantly waked up within her and rose in arms. Hetty
stared in dismay at smart flippant Lucy, and felt the old bad feelings
rush back on her. Tears started to her eyes as she saw all her lately
acquired goodness flying away down the garden path, as it seemed to her,
and out at the little garden gate.
"I don't think I am ready to go yet," said she; "but I will write to
Mrs. Enderby myself. Would you like to see Scamp, Lucy? He has grown so
fat and looks so well."
Hetty could not resist saying this little triumphant word about the
dog. However, Lucy was ready with a retort.
"I suppose he was used to cottages," she said. "People generally do best
with what they have been accustomed to."
Hetty's ears burned with the implied taunt to herself, but she said with
great dignity:
"You can go now, Lucy. I don't think I have anything more to say to
you."
And Lucy found herself willing to go, though she had intended saying a
great many more sharp things to the child, whom she, like Grant,
regarded as an impertinent little upstart.
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