"But she is my Agnes, too."
"No; she is mine. Agnes, say at once that you belong altogether to me; that you are my darling, my doll, my baby."
"I do love you," said little Agnes; "but of course I love Emily, too—dear old Emily!"
She laid her hand on her elder sister's arm and looked up affectionately into her face.
"I thought, Irene, I said I wished to speak to you," remarked the Professor then; and before Irene could reply he had taken her hand and led her into the study.
He made her sit down, and seated himself opposite to her.
"Now, my dear," he said, "you are going to be under my roof for a few weeks. The term as a rule lasts about twelve weeks—that is, three months."
"An eternity—impossible to live through it," said Irene.
"I hope you may not find it an eternity; but, anyhow, it is arranged that you are to stay here, and during that time you must be subjected to the rules of discipline."
"What is discipline?" said Irene.