Betty looked sneering, and the others so cold and distant, and Rosie said something very insulting about my being a bad, troublesome child and frightening Mamma Vi into a headache." "Certainly no more than you deserved," her father said.

"Did you bear it with patience and humility, as you ought ?" "Do you mean that I must answer you, papa ?" "Most assuredly I do; tell me at once exactly what you did and said." "I don't want to, papa," she said, half angrily.
"You are never to say that when I give you an order," he returned, in a tone of severity; "never venture to do it again.

Tell me, word for word, as nearly as you can remember it, what reply you made to Rosie's taunt." "Papa, I didn't say anything to her; I just got up and pushed back my chair, and turned to leave the table.

Then Grandma Elsie asked me what I wanted, and I said I didn't want anything, but would rather go without my breakfast than stay there to be insulted.

Then she told me to sit down and eat, and Rosie wouldn't make any more unkind speeches." "Were they all pleasant to you after that ?" he asked.
"No, papa; they haven't been pleasant to me at all to-day; and Uncle Edward has said hateful things about me, and to me," she went on, her cheek flushing and her eyes flashing with anger, half forgetting, in the excitement of passion, to whom she was telling her story, and showing her want of self-control.
"And I very much fear," he said, gravely, "that you were both passionate and impertinent.