"I see by this scrawl that it isn't the first time you've stolen out to meet this precious gallant of yours." And Mrs.Fenton, suddenly producing the letter which she had hitherto concealed, waved it in her daughter's face.

Lavinia flushed angrily and burst out:-- "You'd no right to read that letter any more than you had to steal it." "Steal it?
Tillyvalley! It's my duty to look after you and I'm going to do it.

Why didn't you go back to the school as you seem to have done before ?" "Because the key of the front door was in my reticule, and that was snatched from me or it slipped from my wrist in the scuffle on the bridge." "A pretty how de do, my young madam, upon my word.

Miss Pinwell'll never take you back.

Goodness knows what may happen.