"
"Well, I suppose I must go in next door and apologize; but I would rather
get a switching than see Mrs. Gurney."
Dexie's appearance was heralded by a number of little voices, as she made
her way to the sewing-room with heightened color and eyes bright with
unshed tears.
"I beg pardon of each one of you, separately and collectively," Dexie
began. "I never dreamed that my fit of temper was going to affect both
households. You are more than kind, and I have no words to thank you."
"Well, don't do it, then," said Elsie; "save your breath, and run upstairs
and see your dress, instead. Come, let me show you the finery."
"Where is your mother? I must see her a moment. How does my nose look now,
Elsie?" she added, as they went through the hall.
"It looks as if it ought to be tweaked again, you bad girl! But oh, Dexie!
your dress is lovely."
And so thought Dexie herself as she stood by the bed whereon it lay, and
she bitterly reproached herself for the anxiety her waywardness had caused.
Tears were in her eyes as Mrs. Gurney came quietly into the room.
"Dear Mrs. Gurney--" She could say no more, but the eloquent eyes told the
story quite as well as if it had been spoken by the quivering lips.
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