She ran about and collected materials for Sam till she
was out of breath, and joined in all the excitement as the fire
showed symptoms of reviving, after being apparently crushed out by
Purday. Sam and Susan, at least, believed that she had only spoken
to Purday because she thought it right; but even for them to forgive
interference with their bonfire privileges was a great stretch.
At last she thought it time to leave them to their own devices, and
seize the moment for some quiet reading; but she had not reached the
house before little steps came after her, and she saw Elizabeth
running fast.
"They are so tiresome," she said. "Sam won't let me stand anywhere
but where the smoke gets into my eyes, and George plagues so! May I
come in with you, dear Christabel?"
"You are very welcome," said Miss Fosbrook, "but I am sorry to hear
so many complaints."
"They are so cross to me," said Bessie; "they always are."
"You must try to be cheerful and good-humoured with them, and they
will leave off vexing you."
"But may I come in? It will be a nice time for my secret.
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