Effie, who was starving, made up for this deficiency, however; she ate all the toast and a couple of slices of bread and butter after it.

Scarcely had they finished, when her father observed a shade of anxiety come upon his little daughter's face.
"What is it, Effie ?" he asked.
"I think," replied Effie in evident trepidation, "I think that I hear mother outside and Anne too." "Well, dear, they have come to see me." "Yes, and to scold me because I ran away," and the child drew nearer to her father in a fashion which would have made it clear to any observer that the relations between her and her mother were somewhat strained.
Effie was right.

Presently there was a knock at the door and Lady Honoria entered, calm and pale and elegant as ever.

She was followed by a dark-eyed somewhat impertinent-looking French _bonne_, who held up her hands and ejaculated, "Mon Dieu!" as she appeared.
"I thought so," said Lady Honoria, speaking in French to the _bonne_.
"There she is," and she pointed at the runaway Effie with her parasol.
"Mon Dieu!" said the woman again.

"Vous voila enfin, et moi, qui suis accablee de peur, et votre chere mere aussi; oh, mais que c'est mechant; et regardez donc, avec un soulier seulement.