“Monitrix! what, in the name of goodness, is that? Have you a great dog at school?”
“O dear, no; I mean the lady who hears my lessons before I say them to Miss Adair.”
“Is that all!” The boy stepped on one side, and looked up at the house. “No, I see nobody; there is not a creature in the windows. But I’ll tell you what, you shall stop here, and I’ll go to the lady of the school. You shan’t get anger, if I can help it; and I have helped it many a time at our school, that the lads know, to my sorrow.”
The boy hastily ran to the front door, and rang the bell. In the mean time Isabella crept under the court railing to conceal herself. When the servant opened the door, he asked if the lady was in.
“Do you mean my mistress?”
“To be sure I do; the mistress of the school; and must see her in a moment.”
Mrs. Adair was passing through the hall; and made her appearance, with a countenance not a little forbidding.
“What do you want with me?” she asked.
“Only, madam,” and here the boy hesitated; “I beg your pardon, madam; somehow, I have a little lady here: and I don’t know what to do with her.”
“You mean something respecting one of my scholars; what is it? for I am at a loss to understand you.”