Oh, it does provoke me so that he will make me obey these people! I'm determined I'll do exactly as I please when I'm grown up! "But if I'm sent off to boarding-school I'll have to obey the teachers there, or have a fight and be expelled--which would be a great disgrace and 'most break papa's heart, I do believe--and they would very likely be more disagreeable than even Grandpa Dinsmore; not half so nice and kind as Grandma Elsie, I'm perfectly certain.

Oh dear, if I only _were_ grown up! But I'm not, and I have to write the story of to-day to papa.

I'll make it short." Opening her writing-desk, she took therefrom pen, ink, and paper, and, after a moment's cogitation, began.
"I haven't been a good girl to-day," she wrote; "I was so interested in a story-book that I neglected to learn my Latin lesson; so I failed in the recitation, and Grandpa Dinsmore was very cross and disagreeable about it.

He says I answered him disrespectfully and as punishment I sha'n't go into the schoolroom or recite to him again for a week.
"There," glancing over what she had written, "I hope papa will never question me closely about it; and I think he won't; it'll be such an old story by the time we meet again." The week of her banishment from the schoolroom was an uncomfortable one to Lulu, though she was given no reason to consider herself a martyr.

She was allowed a share in all the home pleasures, all her wants were as carefully attended to as usual, she received no harsh words or unkind looks; yet somehow could never rid herself of the consciousness that she was in disgrace.