It was with great difficulty that Fanny could suppress her feelings, but the next instant an opportunity occurred for her to give vent to them.
“Now,” said Margaret, “as the great object of our society is in all things to be in harmony, I want to put it to the vote: How did the entertainment go off last night?”
“I liked every single thing about it,” said Susie Rushworth; “the supper, the games, and, above all things, the story-telling.”
The same feeling was expressed in more or less different words by each girl in succession, until Fanny’s turn came.
“And you, Fanny—what did you think?”
“I liked the supper and the games, of course,” said Fanny.
“And the story-telling, Fanny? You ought to be proud of having such a gifted cousin.”
“I didn’t like the story-telling, and Betty knows why I didn’t like it.”
The unmistakable look of hatred on Fanny’s face, the queer flash in her eyes as she glanced at Betty, and Betty’s momentary quiver as she looked back at her, could not fail to be observed by each girl present.
“Fanny, I am astonished at you!” said Margaret Grant in a voice of marked displeasure.