Afterwards I shall not force you, but leave it to your own good feeling.

I want you to think over what I have been saying.
You can come on Sunday morning and tell me your decision." "I know what the answer will be," murmured Ulyth, as she went from the room.
She was very angry with Miss Bowes, with Rona, and with herself for her own folly.
"It's ridiculous to expect me to take up this savage," she argued.

"And too bad of Miss Bowes to make out that I'm breaking my word.

Oh dear! what am I to write home to Mother?
How can I tell her?
I believe I'll just send her a picture post card, and only say Rona has come, and no more.

Miss Bowes has no right to coerce me.