“Oh! some I dislike awfully. Now, there is one at the Castle—but there! I won’t say any more about her; and there is one at school whom I hate. It is that horrid Thompson woman. And she had the cheek to call me Evelyn.”
“Of course she calls you Evelyn; you are her pupil.”
“Well, I think it is awful cheek, all the same. I hate her, and—oh, Audrey, such fun—such fun! I have revenged myself on her; I really have.”
“Oh Evelyn! don’t get into mischief, I beseech of you.”
“I sha’n’t say any more, but I do believe that I have revenged myself. Oh, such fun—such fun!”
Evelyn laughed several times during the rest of her drive home, and arrived at the Castle in high spirits. The girls were to dine with Lady Frances and the Squire that evening, as they happened to be alone; and the Squire was quite interested in the account which Evelyn gave him of her class.
“The only reason why I could read the dull, dull life of Edward I.,” she said, “is because Edward is your name, Uncle Ned, and because I love you so much.”
“On the whole, my dear,” said the Squire later on to his wife, “the school experiment seems to work well. Little Evelyn was in high spirits to-night.”
“You think of no one but Evelyn!” said Lady Frances. “What about Audrey?”
“I am not afraid about Audrey; you have trained her, and she is by nature most amiable,” said the Squire.