But Sam was cut short by a loud and lamentable burst of roaring where they had left the party.
Miss Fosbrook hurried back, hearing Hal’s rude laugh as she came nearer, it was Elizabeth, sobbing in the passionate way in which it is not good to see a child cry, and violently shaking off Susan, who was begging her to stop herself before Miss Fosbrook should come.
What was the matter?
“Oh! Betty’s nonsense.”
“Johnnie did—”
“Johnnie only—”
“Now, Hal!”
“Tell-tale!” “Cry-baby!”
“She only cried that Miss Fosbrook might hear.”
So shouted the little Babel, Bessie sobbing resentfully between her words, till Miss Fosbrook, insisting that everybody should be quiet, desired her to tell what had happened.