Then she
looked over the verses rather contemptuously--she who always learnt
German poetry; and she had a great mind to assert her independence by
getting off the bed, and writing a letter to Maude Sefton, describing
the narrow stupidity of the whole family, and how her aunt, without
hearing her, had send her to be for Mysie's fault. However she felt so
shaky and tired that she thought she had better rest a little first,
and somehow she fell fast asleep, and was only awakened by the gong.
She jumped up in haste, recollecting that the delightful sympathizing
Miss Constance was coming to luncheon, and set her hair and dress to
rights eagerly, observing, however, to herself, that her horrid aunt
was quite capable of imprisoning her all the time for not having learnt
that stupid poetry.
She hesitated a little where to go when she reached the hall, but the
schoolroom door was open, and she heard a mournful voice concluding
with a gasp--
'Our glorious semper eadem, the banner of our pride.'
And Miss Vincent saying, 'Now, my dear, go and wash your face, and try
not to be such a dismal spectacle.'
And then Mysie came out, with heavy eyes and a mottled face, showing
that she had been crying all the time she had been learning, over her
own fault certainly, but likewise over mamma's displeasure and Dolly's
shabbiness.
'Well, Dora,' said Miss Vincent, 'have you come to repeat your poetry?'
'No,' said Dolores. 'I went to sleep instead.
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