Phillis will on'y fly into a passion and beat her--poor Titia! I'm very sorry I told of her.

I wouldn't be a sneak if I could help it." "My dear boy!" said Christian, fondly.

"Well, I will not speak about it just yet, and certainly not to Phillis.

Lie here till I see if Titia is still in the nursery.

It is just five o'clock." Yes, there the little damsel was, sitting as prim as possible over a book, looking the picture of industry and innocence.
"Miss Bennett has left for the day, has she not, Titia?
You are not going out with her, or going out again at all ?" "No," said Titia, with her head bent down.
It was always Christian's belief--and practice--that to accuse a child, unproved, of telling a lie, was next to suggesting that lies should be told.