"I have an almanac."
"—and, as school will soon begin—"
"In about three weeks."
"—I should like to go back to Mademoiselle until then, if you do not object."
Miss Vanhorn put up her eyeglass, and looked at her niece; then she laughed, sought for a caraway-seed, and by good luck found one, and deposited it safely in the tight grasp of her glittering teeth. She thought Anne was jealous of Mr. Dexter's attentions to Helen.
"You need not be afraid, child," she said, still laughing. "If you have a rival, it is the Egyptian, and not that long white creature you call your friend."
"I am unhappy here, grandaunt. Please let me go."
"Girls are always unhappy, or thinking themselves so. It is one of their habits. Of course you can not go; it would be too ridiculous giving way to any such childish feeling. You will stay as long as I stay."
"And who holds the authority, pray?"