“No, I have not, and I don’t intend to do so,” growled Norman.
“We shall soon see that,” cried Susan, dragging him to the basin; “there, take care you don’t upset it,” and forcing his hands into the water, she covered them well with soap.
Norman was so astonished at the whole proceeding, that he forgot to struggle, and only looked very red and angry. Susan made him rub his hands together till all the soap was washed off, and then dried them briskly with the towel.
“There, we have finished the business for you, young gentleman,” she said, as she released the boy, of whom she had kept a firm hold all the time.
“Now, we will put on your jacket and handkerchief, and you will be ready to go downstairs, but before you go just let me advise you not again to beat your sister in the way you did just now, or I will not let you off so easily.”
“Oh, pray do not be angry with him, Susan,” said Fanny, “he will I hope let me help him to dress to-morrow, and behave like a good boy.”
“No, I won’t,” growled Norman, “as soon as I see my papa I will tell him how that horrid woman has treated me, and he will soon send her about her business.”
Susan wisely did not reply to the last observation, but quietly made the young gentleman put on his jacket, and then fastened his collar, and tied his handkerchief round his neck.
“There, you will do now,” she said, surveying him with an expression in which pity was mingled with admiration, for he was indeed a handsome child, and she thought how grievous it would be that he should be spoilt by being allowed to have his own way. She then, lifting him up, suddenly placed him again in the chair and said, “Sit quiet, young gentleman, and try and get cool and nice to go down, and see your grandmamma. We are not accustomed to have angry faces in this house, and what is more we won’t have them.”
“Now come, Miss Fanny, I will help you to finish dressing.”