"I wonder if you are right," said Sheila ponderingly. "I've noticed lately that she is more diffident than she used to be. It somehow provokes me. Perhaps I nag at her too much."
"Don't nag, and don't try and tame her too much. Remember she is a girl of the heather, a kind of wild bird. You have put her into a golden cage, but don't take away all her freedom."
"But she makes such mistakes. I have to try and teach her the ways of my world if she is to be treated as my sister."
Peter shook his head.
"Well anyhow," he said, "don't try and make her like yourself. Imitations are always uninteresting and generally bad."
[CHAPTER XII]
MISS GREGSON'S HEART SINKS
"I hope I was not wrong in having up tea before you came home this afternoon," said Meg, "Mr. Fortescue and his friend were just awful hungry."
Her companion hastily put her hands over her pretty little ears, exclaiming—
"Awful hungry! Oh Meg, how can you say such things! It is better not to talk at all than to make such fearful mistakes."