How tired I shall be, and what will Mr.
Kneebreeches think! But it serves me right.

I _was_ very cross and rude." There came a tap at the door.

It was Dorcas with the hot water.
"Good morning, missie," she said gently, not feeling, to tell the truth, very sure as to what sort of a humour "missie" was likely to be found in this morning.

"I hope you've slept well." "Exceedingly well, thank you, Dorcas.

I've had a delightful night," replied Griselda amiably, smiling to herself at the thought of what Dorcas would say if she knew where she had been, and what she had been doing since last she saw her.
"That's good news," said Dorcas in a tone of relief; "and I've good news for you, too, missie.