"I wish we could go away from these people and never, never come back
again!" cried Lulu in her vehement way.
"I don't," said Gracie. "I love mamma and Grandma Elsie, and Grandma Rose,
and Grandpa Dinsmore, too, and----"
"I hate him! I'd like to beat him! the old tyrant!" interrupted Lulu, in a
burst of passion.
"O Lu! I'm sure he's been kind to us; they're all kind to us when we're
good," expostulated Grace. "But what has happened to make you so angry,
and why aren't you eating your supper with the rest?"
"Do you think I'd go and sit at the table with them when they won't have
you and Max there, too?"
"What about Max? did he do something wrong, too?"
"No; it wasn't anything wicked; he just bought some wood for his carving
with some of his own money."
"But maybe he went without leave?" Gracie said, half inquiringly.
"Yes, that was it; he forgot to ask. A very little thing to punish him
for, I'm sure; but Mr. Dinsmore (I sha'n't call him grandpa) says he must
stay in his own room till this time to-morrow."
"Why," said Gracie, "that's worse than mamma's punishment to me for--for
doing such a wicked, wicked thing!"
"Yes, she's not such a cruel tyrant.
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