"Very well, I have come for them," it said, and there in the doorway stood Mrs. Fenton.
The silly maids who had laughed so loudly, now hastily disappeared in the kitchen.
Floretta dropped the glasses upon the table, and then, wholly ashamed, crawled under it, where Mrs. Fenton's sharp eyes might not look at her.
Mrs. Fenton took the glasses, and without another word, swept from the room.
Nancy, waiting in the hall, crept softly toward her, and gently laid her hand on the lady's arm.
"I'm so sorry she did that. I wish I could have got the glasses from her, and brought them to you before you came to find them. Then you needn't have known how naughty,—" Nancy caught her breath.
"Never mind that, Nancy. Remember, as I shall, that you were not the naughty, disgusting child," said Mrs. Fenton, and she turned, with her letters and glasses in her hand, and went up the long stairway to her room.
It was nearly time to dress for dinner, which was always served promptly at six.
Mrs. Dainty with Dorothy, and Aunt Charlotte with Nancy hastened to their rooms, to freshen their toilettes, and Nancy realized that there would not be time to tell Aunt Charlotte all about the unpleasant happening.
"I've something to tell you, but I'll have to wait till we've plenty of time," she said.