"Well, if your head isn't tousled!" cried Elizabeth. "It looks like a brush heap. Get it fixed, for supper is all ready. Why didn't you stay?" the last ironically.
"Cousin Chilian thought I had better not. They did want me to."
"Are you sure they wanted you to?"
"Why, yes," she answered in ignorance of the sarcasm.
She walked up and down the garden path with Cousin Chilian and asked about the school, was glad when she found Bella and her sister Alice went there. Now and then she gave two or three skips and pulled on the hand she held so tightly. He had never seen her in quite such glee, and how charming she was!
"Chilian, bring that child in out of the dew. Next thing she'll be in for a winter's cold," said the severe voice.
The interview with Madam Torrey was very satisfactory. Chilian asked Miss Winn to go out and buy what was needed and get it made. They went over to Mrs. Turner's one day and took the school in on their way.
"When it rains Silas can take you and come for you. I think the walk will not tire you out."
"Oh, no; I don't get tired out now."
It was Miss Winn's place to look after the child, of course, but Elizabeth felt in some way defrauded. She wished Cynthia had been poor and dependent upon them. Then she would stand a chance to be brought up in a useful manner.