"One of the rules of discipline is to obey those put in command of you."
"In command of me? But there is no one in command of me!"
"I am in command of you, and so is my wife, and so are your three governesses."
"And what do you mean to do now that you are in command of me?"
"I, for one, hope to help you, Irene, to be a good girl."
"I think," said Irene steadily, "that I'd rather be a naughty girl. When I was at The Follies I used to do what dear Rosamund wished; and then sweet little Agnes came, and she loved me, and I loved her and did kind things for her, and I felt ever so much better; but I am not at all better at your horrid school."
"Did any one ever happen to punish you, Irene?"
"Punish me?" said Irene, opening her eyes.
"Yes, punish you."
"Well, no. I don't think anybody would try to do it a second time."