"Hetty!" she cried, as Emilia withdrew into her book in dudgeon.

"Hetty, dear! I cannot bear you to be flippant.

It hurts me, it is so unworthy of you." "Hurts you, my mouse ?"--this was one of Hetty's tender, fantastic names for her.

"Why then, I ask your pardon and must try to amend.
You are right.

I _was_ flippant; you might even have said vulgar.
Proceed, Emilia,--do you hear?
I beg your pardon.