CHAPTER II.
In Which Miss Sharp and Miss Sedley Prepare to Open the Campaign When Miss Sharp had performed the heroical act mentioned in the last chapter, and had seen the Dixonary, flying over the pavement of the little garden, fall at length at the feet of the astonished Miss Jemima, the young lady's countenance, which had before worn an almost livid look of hatred, assumed a smile that perhaps was scarcely more agreeable, and she sank back in the carriage in an easy frame of mind, saying--"So much for the Dixonary; and, thank God, I'm out of Chiswick." Miss Sedley was almost as flurried at the act of defiance as Miss Jemima had been; for, consider, it was but one minute that she had left school, and the impressions of six years are not got over in that space of time.

Nay, with some persons those awes and terrors of youth last for ever and ever.

I know, for instance, an old gentleman of sixty-eight, who said to me one morning at breakfast, with a very agitated countenance, "I dreamed last night that I was flogged by Dr.
Raine." Fancy had carried him back five-and-fifty years in the course of that evening.

Dr.Raine and his rod were just as awful to him in his heart, then, at sixty-eight, as they had been at thirteen.

If the Doctor, with a large birch, had appeared bodily to him, even at the age of threescore and eight, and had said in awful voice, "Boy, take down your pant--"?
Well, well, Miss Sedley was exceedingly alarmed at this act of insubordination.
"How could you do so, Rebecca ?" at last she said, after a pause.
"Why, do you think Miss Pinkerton will come out and order me back to the black-hole ?" said Rebecca, laughing.
"No: but--" "I hate the whole house," continued Miss Sharp in a fury.