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  CHAPTER VI

  THE AMIABLE FLOSSIE

  Miss Clark did not tell that time. It was not Flossie, but May, whopoured oil on the troubled waters.

  "It's no use making a fuss, Flossie," she said wisely. "Tom didn't meanto spill your tea; he only wanted you to look at Johnnie cribbing jamwhen he'd been told not to have any. And it's the first night Ma's athome, and Tom's her favourite; and if you get him into trouble with Pa,she'll give what she's brought for you to somebody else. So you justhold your tongue, Flossie, and be a bit nice to Miss Clark, and get herto say nothing about it. It isn't as if you were hurt--and besides, youcan't pretend you're hurt and then go down to dessert. It's your turnto go down to-night." Thus advised, Flossie went to Miss Clark andbegged her to say nothing more about Tom's unfortunate accident.

  "Tom says he didn't mean to, Miss Clark, and Ma's tired, I dare say; soyou won't say anything about it, will you?"

  "I think I ought to say something about it, Flossie," said Miss Clarkseverely, though in her heart she was as glad to get off telling as evenTom himself could be.

  "No, Miss Clark, I don't think you ought. Ma always gets a headacheafter a long journey, and if Pa's put out with Tom, and perhaps whipshim, Ma 'll go to bed and cry all night. And it wasn't as if Tom meantto spill the tea over me--it was quite an accident. He was only joggingme to look at Johnnie."

  With much apparent reluctance, Miss Clark at last consented to say nomore about it; and so occupied was she in making Flossie feel how greata concession it was for her to do so, that she forgot to ask whatJohnnie had happened to be doing to attract Tom's attention.

  So Johnnie escaped scot free also, and Flossie and Tom went off toprepare for going down to dessert, which the young Stubbses did instrict turn, two at a time.

  As soon as the table was cleared, Miss Clark got out a little work-boxand began a delicate piece of embroidery. Sarah kept close to May, whomat present she liked best of any of the young people and May sat downwith a piece of fancy work also, of which she did very little.

  "Miss Clark," she began, after she had done a few stitches, "isn't itjolly without Tom?"

  "Very," said Miss Clark, with a great sigh of relief.

  "I don't think Tom meant to be disagreeable," said May, turning MissClark's silks over with careless fingers; "but he's a boy, and boys arevery tiresome animals, Miss Clark."

  "Yes," Miss Clark replied.

  "How many times have you been engaged?" and May leant her elbows uponthe table and regarded the governess with interested eyes.

  "How many times have you been engaged?"]

  "Twice," answered Miss Clark, in a low voice.

  "And he was nice?" May inquired, with vivid interest.

  "I thought them both nice at the time," Miss Clark returned, with a sighand a smile. "But--oh, here is Flossie ready to go down. Flossie, mydear, how quick you have been!"

  "But I'm quite tidy, Miss Clark," Flossie replied. "I wish Tom would bequick. I say, Sarah, don't you wish you were going down, too?"

  "Sarah's quite happy with Miss Clark and me," put in May; "ain't you,Sarah?"

  "Yes, quite," Sarah replied.

  "Oh, are you? Then I shall tell Ma you said you didn't want to go downto see her, then," Flossie retorted.

  Poor Sarah's eyes filled with tears, and she turned to May in the hopeof getting protection from her.

  "Take no notice," said May superbly. "You'll get used to Flossie aftera bit. She's a regular tell-tale; but she won't tell Ma, for Ma won'tlisten. She never does. Ma never will listen to tales, not even fromTom."

  Flossie began to laugh uproariously, as if it was the greatest joke inthe world to tease Sarah, who had yet to learn the peculiar workings ofa Stubbs character. Then Miss Clark interrupted with a remark thatFlossie's sash was not very well tied.

  "Come here and let me tie it properly," she said sharply; and, asFlossie knew that any shortcoming would be sharply noticed and commentedupon when she got downstairs, she turned obediently round and allowedMiss Clark to arrange her garments to her satisfaction. By that timeTom was ready, and the two went down together.

  "Thank goodness," remarked May piously. "Now, Miss Clark, we shall havea little peace."

  May was destined to have even a greater peace for her little chat withthe governess than she had anticipated, for a few minutes after Flossieand Tom had gone downstairs one of the maids came up and said that themistress wished Miss Sarah to come down at once. Miss Sarah, she added,was not to stay to dress more than she was then.

  "Mayn't I just wash my hands?" Sarah asked imploringly of May.

  "Of course," May answered, good-naturedly. "I'll go with you and makeyou straight."

  May was very good-natured, though it is true that she was somewhatcondescending; and she went with Sarah and showed her the room she wasto share with Janey and Lily, showed her where to wash her face andhands, and herself combed her hair and made her look quite presentable.

  "There! you look all right; let Miss Clark see you," she said. And,after Sarah had been for inspection and approval, she followed the maid,and went down, for the first time in her life, to dessert.

  "'Ere she is!" Mrs. Stubbs exclaimed, as the little figure in blackappeared in the doorway. "Flossie ought to have known you would comedown to dessert the first evening; and, after that, you must take it inturn with the others."

  "Yes, Auntie," said Sarah shyly, taking the chair next to Mrs. Stubbs,for which she was thankful.

  "Will you 'ave some grapes, my dear?" Mrs. Stubbs asked kindly.

  "Sarah 'd like a nectarine," said Mr. Stubbs, who made a god of hisstomach, and loved good things.

  "I doubt if she will," his wife said; "they're bitter to a child'staste; but 'ave which you like best, Sarah."

  "Grapes, please, Auntie," said Sarah promptly.

  As a matter of fact, Sarah did not exactly know what nectarines were;and, not liking to confess her ignorance, lest by doing so she shouldbring on herself sarcastic glances, to be followed later by sarcasticremarks from Flossie and Tom, she chose what she was sure of; besides,she did not want to run the risk of getting something upon her platewhich she did not like, and perhaps could not eat. Poor Sarah still hada lively recollection of once helping herself to a piece of crystallisedginger when out to tea with her father. She could not bear hot things,and it seemed to her that that piece of ginger was the hottest morselshe had ever put in her mouth. She sucked and sucked in the hope ofreducing it, and so getting rid of it, and the harder she sucked thehotter it grew. She tried crushing it between her sharp young teeth,but that process only seemed to bring out the heat more and more.

  And at last, in sheer desperation, Sarah bethought herself of herpocket-handkerchief, and, putting it up as if to wipe her lips, ejectedthe pungent morsel, and at the same time seized the opportunity ofputting her poor little burning tongue out to cool.

  "Have another piece of ginger, dear," the lady of the house had said,seeing that her plate was empty.