“I—I—knocked her down—first,” confessed Ethel, in low, faltering tones.
And Fanny laughed again.
“Fanny Townsend, do be quiet. I have the care of this child to-day. Ethel, where is Kittyleen?”
“Gone home.”
“Ah. Ethel, Ethel, it will be my duty to punish you. Fanny, can you be quiet?”
“You punish her? Oh dear, that’s too funny!”
“Yes, I have full authority to punish her if I choose,” said Mary, elevating her chin.
She was subject to little attacks of dignity; but instead of being duly impressed, Fanny only laughed the more, while shamefaced little Ethel hid her head and felt that she was trifled with.
“May I ask what amuses you, Miss Townsend?” said Mary, with increased dignity.