She did
not like to say Amen; she did not know if the governess were not
taking a liberty. Perhaps it was a new way of telling her she was
wrong--Christabel, whom she had thought on her side.
The bad temper woke up, and would not let her offer a friendly kiss.
She hid her face in the pillow, and as soon as Miss Fosbrook had shut
the door, went off into a fresh gust of piteous sobs, because Miss
Elizabeth Merrifield was the most miserable ill-used child in all the
world.
She might be one of the most miserable, but it was not because of her
ill-usage, but because she had no spirit to be cheerful, and had
turned away from comfort of the right kind. She was in such a frame
as to prefer thinking everyone against her, to supposing that
anything she could do would mend matters.
Christabel was much grieved at this unfortunate end to the Sunday
evening. She looked over all the boys' birds' eggs--they were
allowed to keep two of every sort as curiosities--and listened to
some wonderful stories of Henry's about climbing trees, and shooting
partridges, and she kept the remaining children quiet and amused; but
she was not happy in her mind.
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