'Rub it and blow it and give it a kiss, little fool! What cross girl! I will never play with you again—never. Let us go home.'
Madame was silent and morose all the way home. She would not answer my questions, and affected to be very lofty and offended.
This did not last very long, however, and she soon resumed her wonted ways. And she returned to the question of the will, but not so directly, and with more art.
Why should this dreadful woman's thoughts be running so continually upon my father's will? How could it concern her?
CHAPTER VII
CHURCH SCARSDALE
I think all the females of our household, except Mrs. Rusk, who was at open feud with her and had only room for the fiercer emotions, were more or less afraid of this inauspicious foreigner.
Mrs. Rusk would say in her confidences in my room—