'But what did you say?'
'I believe I said I couldn't get a knitting pattern Miss Headworth was to send Lady Ronnisglen because she was in bed with a cold. What you and Blanche could contrive to make of a simple thing like that—'
'And Annaple!'
'Well,' but checking himself with a smile, 'we will not fight about that. I only hope it has not brought you into an awkward scrape, Nuttie.'
'I can't help that,' she answered with her head rather high.
'You have written and explained?' he said anxiously.
'To my mother, of course.'
'If I were you,' he said, lowering his voice, 'I should write or send a special message to your father.'
'I can't see why. It was a mistake.'
'Yours was a strong measure, and he won't like it. Be advised, Nuttie. Recollect your mother. The best way would be to go home at once. I could get a day to take you—if you would start this afternoon.'