The Broken Vase. 81

 

I don’t think she will be very angry if you tell
her yourself; but if she is, I shouldn’t mind
that half as much, if I were you, as having her
kind to me, while all the time I was deceiving
her.”

“J shan’t do anything of the kind,” said
Fanny. “I think you are very disagreeable to
say such things.” So saying, she turned crossly
away, and went down stairs.

The pony chaise was brought round, and Mrs.
Marchwood drove away with her little girl.
The drive home was by no means pleasant to
Fanny. Her mamma talked a great deal about
the broken vase.

“Tt seems to me,” she said, “that it was a
very strange thing for Lynn to knock down that
vase. I can’t understand how he did it.”

“Oh, mamma! you know he is so rough and
so big; he is always doing some mischief or
other.”

“ Did you see him do it?” said her mamma,