"It does not matter if you don't," her aunt said quickly. "It is exceedingly kind of Mrs. Garland to be troubled with you; and you must be sure to be as good as possible."
"Where are you going, Aunt Diana?"
"Little girls must not ask inquisitive questions."
Harebell was unabashed. She cocked her head on one side, and regarded her aunt with great interest.
"You look," she said, "as if you're all breaking up and melting inside!"
"Have you finished your breakfast? If so, run and get ready for your lessons."
Harebell left the dining-room rather reluctantly. She found Goody upstairs packing her box, and in a great flutter.
"What's the matter, Goody? Where's Aunt Diana going? She won't tell me."
"Then you mustn't ask me," said Goody sternly. "Eh, dear! I'm all in a tremble! To think that just a letter arriving by post, should shake our quiet household to the very foundations!"
"Aunt Diana is shaken all up wonderful, isn't she!" said Harebell quickly. "If you ask me, Goody, I should say the ice was heaving and cracking and breaking inside her. She has red spots on her cheeks, and she's like you, all of the tremble! But she's still ice to me. She won't tell me nothing. It's—horrid of her!"