Even Miss Gascoigne was frightened.
Christian, who had never in all her life witnessed such a scene, wished she had done any thing--borne any thing, rather than have given cause for it.

And yet the children! Looking at that furious woman, she felt-- any observer would have felt--that to leave children in Miss Gascoigne's power was to ruin them for life.

No; what must be done had better be done now than when too late.

Yet her heart failed her at sight of poor Aunt Maria's sobs.
"Oh, dear Arnold, what is the matter?
You haven't been vexing Henrietta?
But you never vex any body, you are so good.

Dear Henrietta, are we really to go back to our own house at Avonside?
Well, I don't mind.