"Or you, wife ?" Both answered in the negative, and with a very stern countenance Mr.
Dinsmore went out to the hall to meet the delinquent.
"Where have you been, Max ?" he asked, in no honeyed accents.
"For a ride, sir," returned the lad respectfully.
"Not merely for a ride," Mr.Dinsmore said, pointing to the package in the boy's hand; "you did not pick that up by the roadside.

Where have you been ?" "I stopped at Turner's just long enough to buy this wood that I shall need for carving to-morrow.

I should have asked leave, but forgot to do so." "Then you should have come home and left the errand for another day.

You were well aware that in going without permission you were breaking rules.
You will go immediately to your room and stay there until this time to-morrow." "I think you're very hard on a fellow," muttered Max, flushing with mortification and anger as he turned to obey.
Lulu, coming down the stairs, had heard and seen it all.

She stood still for a moment at the foot of the stairway, giving Mr.Dinsmore a look that, had it been a dagger, would have stabbed him to the heart, but which he did not see; then, just as the tea-bell rang, turned and began the ascent again.
"Why are you going back, Lulu?
did you not hear the supper bell ?" asked Mr.Dinsmore.
"Yes, sir," she answered, facing him again with flashing eyes, "but if my brother is not to go to the table neither will I." "Oh, very well," he said; "you certainly do not deserve a seat there after such a speech as that.