Christabel managed very happily with little George, though not quite
without offending Elizabeth, who thought it very hard to be desired
to put away her painting instead of tantalizing her little brother
with the sight of what he must not have. Miss Fosbrook could not
draw her into the merry game with little George, which made his
shouts of glee ring out through the house, and meet Nurse Freeman's
ear as she came in-doors with the baby, and calling at the school-
room door, summoned him off to his tea, as if she were in a pet with
Miss Fosbrook for daring to meddle with one of HER own nursery
children.
Nothing more was heard of the others, and Christabel and Elizabeth
both read in peace till the tea-bell rang, and they went down and
waited and waited, till Miss Fosbrook accepted Bessie's offer of
going out to call the rest. But Bessie returned no more than the
rest; and the governess set forth herself, but had not made many
steps before the voices of the rabble rout were heard, and they all
were dancing and clattering about her, while Susan and Hal each
carried aloft a plate containing articles once brown, now black, and
thickly powdered with white ashes, as were the children themselves up
to their very hair.
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