CHAPTER XV THE WALK ‘Oh, dear!  I wish Hatfield had not been so precipitate!’ said Rosalie next day at four P.M., as, with a portentous yawn, she laid down her worsted-work and looked listlessly towards the window.  ‘There’s no inducement to go out now; and nothing to look forward to.  The days will be so […]

CHAPTER XIV THE RECTOR The following day was as fine as the preceding one.  Soon after breakfast Miss Matilda, having galloped and blundered through a few unprofitable lessons, and vengeably thumped the piano for an hour, in a terrible humour with both me and it, because her mamma would not give her a holiday, had […]