front; her whole appearance bespeaking a certain taste and love of elegance in the person who had the care of her.
“You will be glad to hear,” said Miss Rutherford, “that Harriet’s hurt is not as serious as we feared at first. But she will have to stay at home for some days.”
There was no motion, or reply.
“Do you know that I am quite afraid of you, Ida? I had no idea that you were so passionate. Had you no thought what harm you might do when you struck that terrible blow?”
But Ida could not converse; no word was to be got from her.
“You must go home now,” went on the schoolmistress after a pause, “and not come back till I send for you. Tell your mother just what you have done, and say that I will write to her about you. You understand what I say, my child?”
The punishment had come upon her. Nothing worse than this had Ida imagined; nay, nothing so bad. She drew in her breath, her fingers
