She was afraid that Lina would let out the secret of Fred's untidy room if she were allowed to go on.
Mrs.Stanhope looked very serious.
"I don't understand all this," she said, turning to Clarissa; "but if the young stranger has anything to do with Oscar, I will be responsible for his bill at the hotel." And she left the room.
Emma instantly rushed to the school-room, seized her portfolio, and began to write as fast as her pen could go.
DEAR AUNTY,--For pity's sake, help me now! Something dreadful has happened.

I will never make any plans again as long as I live, even if they would be sure to come out right.

I will always do just as mamma bids me, and never suggest anything more to Fani.

I gave him the book just to encourage him; but he said before he looked at it that what he cared for most was to be an artist.

And there was something that he could do that would make Mrs.Stanhope willing to have him one, only he couldn't find any way to do it.