'I am sorry you have got a headache, Miss Ward,' said the young lady, 'I'm afraid you are rather subject to them.'
'N—no, I can't say that I am, or rather I never used to be, and I am particularly sorry to have had one to-day when Mrs. Hervey was away. But I daresay a cup of tea will put it all right—it often does,' replied the governess.
'Then why didn't you ask for one early in the day; I'm sure you could get it at any time,' said Aunt Mattie a little coldly. She was feeling rather irritated with Miss Ward for seeming so doleful, for she had come to them with the recommendation of being specially clever in managing boys. She was no longer very young, but active and capable, at least so she had appeared at first. She grew a little red as she replied,
'Oh! I don't want to give in to these headaches or to make any fuss about them.'
'Poor Mith Ward,' said little Ger, 'all-bodies would have headaches if naughty Jus throwed books at them!'
'Ger, Ger,' exclaimed Miss Ward; while up started Justin in a fury.
'I throw books at Miss Ward; what do you mean, you sneaking little tell-tale?' he exclaimed. 'No, you're worse than that, you are a right-down story-teller.'
'He's not,' said Hec. 'You've done it twicet, Jus, you know you have.'
Justin was on the point of rushing off from his place to seize Hec, when Aunt Mattie turned to him.
'Be quiet, Justin,' she said, 'and behave like a gentleman. If not, you must leave the room.'