"But that was a long time ago."
"Too long to expect a lady's promise to be kept?"
Lily seemed to ponder that question, and hesitated before she answered.
"I will show you the picture. I don't think I ever broke a promise yet, but I shall be more careful how I make one in future."
"Why so?"
"Because you did not value mine when I made it, and that hurt me." Lily lifted up her head with a bewitching stateliness, and added gravely, "I was offended."
"Mrs. Braefield is very kind," said Mrs. Cameron; "she asks us to dine the day after to-morrow. You would like to go, Lily?"
"All grown-up people, I suppose? No, thank you, dear aunt. You go alone, I would rather stay at home. May I have little Clemmy to play with? She will bring Juba, and Blanche is very partial to Juba, though she does scratch him."
"Very well, my dear, you shall have your playmate, and I will go by myself."
Kenelm stood aghast. "You will not go, Miss Mordaunt; Mrs. Braefield will be so disappointed. And if you don't go, whom shall I have to talk to? I don't like grown-up people better than you do."