"Promise me that you will keep within those bounds, and I shall know I may trust you; for you are an honest child." The cloud lifted slightly from Lulu's brow at those kindly words.

She gave the promise, and walked slowly away.
As she descended the stairway that led down the face of the cliff, she saw that Edward and Zoe were sitting side by side on one of the benches under the awning.
She did not fancy their company just now, and knew hers would not be acceptable to them.

She thought she would pass them and seat herself in the sand a little farther on.
Edward was speaking as she came up behind them, and she heard him say, "It was the most uncomfortable meal ever eaten in our family; and all because of that ungovernable child." Lulu flushed hotly, and stepping past turned and confronted him with flashing eyes.
"I heard you, Uncle Edward," she said, "though I had no intention of listening; and I say it is very unjust to blame me so when it was Rosie's insulting tongue and other people's cold, contemptuous looks that almost drove me wild." "You are much too easily driven wild," he said.

"It is high time you learned to have some control over your temper.

If I were your father I'd teach it you, even if I must try the virtue of a rod again and again; also you should learn proper submission to authority, if it had to be taught in the same manner." Lulu was too angry to speak for a moment; she stood silent, trembling with passion, but at length burst out: "It's none of your business how papa manages me, Mr.Travilla; and I'm very glad he's my father instead of you!" "You are a very saucy girl, Lulu Raymond," said Zoe, reddening with anger on her husband's account, "and shamefully ungrateful for all Mr.
Travilla's kind exertions on your behalf last night." "Hush, hush, Zoe; do not remind her of it," Edward said.