"But do you know, he said first he hadn't anything to give me, and I was starving.

No, you mustn't scold him--he didn't mean anything.

I suppose you have heard how unhappy I was with Aunt Jane ?--he's told you, I daresay,"-- with a little flinging of her hand towards the trembling professor--"because I know"-- prettily--"he is very fond of you--he often speaks to me about you.

Oh! Aunt Jane is _horrid_! I _should_ have told you about how it was when I came, but I wanted so much to see my guardian, and tell _him_ all about it, that I forgot to be nice to anybody.

See ?" There is a little silence.