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'Oh, Mysie, you should not have said that! I thought you were to be
trusted!'
'Yes, mamma, I know,' said Mysie, meekly. 'I recollected as soon as I
had said it; and told him, and he kissed me and promised he would never
tell anyone, and made Fly promise that she never would. But I have
been so miserable about it ever since, mamma; I tried to write it in a
letter, but I am afraid you didn't half understand.'
'I only saw that something was on your mind, my dear. Now that is all
over, I do not so much mind Cousin Rotherwood's knowing, he has always
been so like a brother; but I do hope both he and Fly will keep their
word. I am more sorry for my little girl's telling than about his
knowing.'
'And Ivinghoe said my running in that way on all the company was worse
than breaking the glass or the palm-tree. Was it, mamma?'
'Well, you know, Mysie, there is a time for all things, and very likely
it vexed Lady Rotherwood more to be invaded by such a little wild
colt.'
'But not Cousin Rotherwood himself, mamma,' said Mysie, 'for he said I
was quite right, and an honourable little fellow, just like old times.
And so I told Ivy. And he said in such a way, 'Every one knew what his
father was.' So I told him his father was ten thousand times nicer than
ever he would be if be lived a hundred years, and I could not bear him
if he talked in that wicked, disrespectful way, and Fly kissed me for
it, mamma, and said her daddy was worth a hundred of such a prig as he
was.
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