But boys are made to be hit; nurse says so.

Marvel came into the nursery when we were at tea, and told nurse about it.

She says Isabel's too good-looking, and that's why mamma--" Isabel stopped the child's tongue, rang a peal on the bell, and marched him to the door, dispatching him to the nursery by the servant who answered it.
Mr.Carlyle's eyes were full of indignant sympathy.

"Can this be true ?" he asked, in a low tone when she returned to him.

"You do, indeed, want a friend." "I must bear my lot," she replied, obeying the impulse which prompted her to confide in Mr.Carlyle; "at least till Lord Mount Severn returns." "And then ?" "I really do not know," she said, the rebellious tears rising faster than she could choke them down.