She had just arrived at a conclusion which expressed itself outwardly by a malicious smile, when gentle Cecilia appeared on the lawn--a lovable object in a broad straw hat and a white dress, with a nosegay in her bosom--smiling, and fanning herself.
"It's so hot in the schoolroom," she said, "and some of the girls, poor things, are so ill-tempered at rehearsal--I have made my escape.

I hope you got your breakfast, Miss de Sor.

What have you been doing here, all by yourself ?" "I have been making an interesting discovery," Francine replied.
"An interesting discovery in our garden?
What _can_ it be ?" "The drawing-master, my dear, is in love with Emily.

Perhaps she doesn't care about him.

Or, perhaps, I have been an innocent obstacle in the way of an appointment between them." Cecilia had breakfasted to her heart's content on her favorite dish--buttered eggs.