Altogether, she was feeling very "lazy-easy" and contented.

Her aunt's announcement felt like a sudden downpour of cold water, or rush of east wind.

She sat straight up in her sofa, and exclaimed in a tone of great annoyance-- "_Oh_, Aunt Grizzel!" "Well, my dear ?" said Miss Grizzel, placidly.
"I _wish_ you wouldn't make me begin lessons again just yet.

I _know_ they'll make my head ache again, and Mr.Kneebreeches will be _so_ cross.

I know he will, and he is so horrid when he is cross." "Hush!" said Miss Grizzel, holding up her hand in a way that reminded Griselda of the cuckoo's favourite "obeying orders." Just then, too, in the distance the ante-room clock struck twelve.