"I daresay staying indoors so long made her restless.

If you will let me carry them both off, I daresay between us, Mrs.Backhouse, we can give Tiza a talking to, and perhaps she'll come back in a more sensible mood." "Well, Miss Elliot, she shall go if you wish it.

Come Becky, give me the baby, and go and put your things on." And then going to the door, Mrs.
Backhouse shouted "Tiza!" After a second or two a little figure dropped down out of the cherry tree and came slowly up the walk.

Tiza had shaken her hair about her face so that it could hardly be seen, and she never looked once at Aunt Emma and Milly as she came up to her mother.
"There, go along, Tiza, and get your things on," said Mrs.Backhouse, taking her by the arm.

"I wouldn't have let you go out to tea, you know, if Miss Elliot and Missy hadn't asked particular.