Harebell's friend

by Amy Le Feuvre

Her cheeks crimsoned now and her eyes flashed. She brought down one of her feet on the floor with an angry stamp.

"I shall speak to him! I shall run away from you! I don't like you at all. You aren't a bit kind to me, like Tom Triggs, and I like him ever so much better than I do you!"

Then she dashed down her work and fled from the room, banging the door passionately behind her.

Mrs. Keith sat quite still for a few minutes, then she rang the bell.

Andy appeared with a scared face.

"Send Goodheart to me—"

So Goody was summoned.

"Find Miss Harebell and put her straight to bed. She has been very naughty."

Then Mrs. Keith took up a library book and tried to dismiss her small niece from her mind.

Harebell meanwhile was in the stable, sobbing passionately, with her arms round her pony's neck.