Miss Matilda gathered up her skirts, and taking Pepine under her arm, was marching out of the room.
“Please, aunt, I’m very sorry,” said Fin. “I’m afraid I’m a very naughty little girl, and shall have to be punished—Papa, can I have any dinner?”
“Er-rum. Matilda,” said Sir Hampton, “I am going on the lawn. Will you come?”
Aunt Matty was mollified, and took his arm.
“You shouldn’t, Fin, indeed,” said Tiny.
“My darling, I must beg of you not,” said Lady Rea, piteously.
“Then she shan’t snub my darling, dear mamma,” said Fin, kissing her. “I’m never saucy to Aunt Matty only when she says rude things to you; treating me like a child, too! Oh, mamma, if you ever find me growing into a sour old maid, pray poison me with something hidden in a spoonful of currant jam.”
Proposals.
“If you wish it, Hampton, of course have it; but I think the money that it will cost might very well be given to some missionary fund,” said Miss Matilda.