Phyllis looked at her narrowly and glanced at Miss Davis, who had a
pained expression on her face, but who said nothing more at the time,
being willing to screen Hetty if she could.
"Hetty, I am sure you have got cold," said Nell after some time; "you
are all shivery-shuddery."
"My head is aching," said Hetty; "I don't feel well."
"I suppose you were sitting all the time reading a story-book," said
Phyllis, "that would give you cold in weather like this."
"No, I was not reading, at least not long," said Hetty.
"But were you sitting?"
"No."
"Walking?"
"No, not much."
"My dear, you must not cross-question like that," said Miss Davis.
"Perhaps Hetty will tell me by and by what she was doing."
A frown gathered on Phyllis's fair brows and she turned coldly to her
lesson book which she was studying for the next day. She could not bear
even so slight a rebuke as this, but she knew how to reserve the
expression of her displeasure to a fitting time. She herself believed
that she bore an undeserved reproof with dignity, but some day in the
future the governess would be made to suffer some petty annoyance or
disappointment in atonement for her misconduct in finding fault with
her pattern pupil.
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