It was not early now, however; I had slept much longer than usual.

I got up at once, intending to find him; but, to my horror, before I was half dressed, my enemy, Mrs.Mitchell, came into the room, looking triumphant and revengeful.
"I'm glad to see you're getting up," she said; "it's nearly school-time." The tone, and the emphasis she laid on the word _school_, would have sufficed to reveal the state of her mind, even if her eyes had not been fierce with suppressed indignation.
"I haven't had my porridge," I said.
"Your porridge is waiting you--as cold as a stone," she answered.

"If boys will lie in bed so late, what can they expect ?" "Nothing from you," I muttered, with more hardihood than I had yet shown her.
"What's that you're saying ?" she asked angrily.
I was silent.
"Make haste," she went on, "and don't keep me waiting all day." "You needn't wait, Mrs.Mitchell.I am dressing as fast as I can.

Is papa in his study yet ?" "No.

And you needn't think to see him.