When this unfortunate state of affairs in our household first became public property, I cannot tell.

I saw the servants, some grow dissatisfied and leave, some grow impertinent, while some kind of mysterious knowledge was shared by all.
"Miss Laura," said my good nurse, Emma, to me one day, "I want to talk to you very seriously.

You are fifteen, and you are no longer a child.

I want to impress this much upon your mind--never say anything to your mamma about Miss Reinhart, and if my lady asks any questions, try to say as little as possible--do you understand ?" I looked at her.

Of what use was concealment with this honest, loving heart?
"Yes," I said; "I quite understand Emma.