ression did not soften in the least.

"I don't think she's hurt at all, Miss 'Liza," he said, with the worthy
intent to soothe, "I found her in Miss 'Senath's Woods and brought her
in."

"I can see she isn't," replied Miss Eliza.

Arethusa glared at Timothy for his statement of the situation.

"Arethusa," continued Miss Eliza, "I must say that I think this is
going a little bit too far. You have almost made your Aunt 'Titia ill
by running off in this storm. You know perfectly well just how they
affect her. And I brought you into the house--once. You were certainly
expected to stay. Sometimes you seem to me to be absolutely lacking in
any finer sensibilities; especially in consideration for others. And
you behave just like a child!"

"Oh, Miss 'Liza," interposed Timothy, "please don't jack Arethusa up so
hard! I know she didn't mean to make Miss 'Titia ill. She loves a storm
herself, so much, that she doesn't always remember that other people
are afraid of them. But she did come in just as soon as she remembered
it. She...."

"You needn't say all that stuff, Timothy Jarvis," interrupted Arethusa,
angrily, "I reckon I can tell Aunt 'Liza anything I want, without you
butting in. I'm sorry about Aunt 'Titia, Aunt 'Liza, I truly am, and
I'll go right straight and tell her so; but...."

"That will do, Arethusa," interrupted Miss Eliza, in her turn. "Don't
add rudeness to Timothy to the rest of your behaviour. And you've been
told a number of times not to use that vulgar expression. Timothy is
not a goat. But there is not the slightest use in my standing here
arguing with you over your disobedience while you and Timothy are
catching your death of cold. You'd better take off those wet shoes and
go right up to your room and change the rest of your things--immediately.
Mandy will make you a hot lemonade. And I want it drunk this time. We
won't take any risks from this escapade." (Arethusa hated hot lemonade.)
"And, Timothy, you will stay to supper, of course. We are a household
of women, and I have nothing to offer you as dry clothes except those
old garments of Mr. Worthington's. But at least they are warm and dry,
and will be better than what you have on. You just go on up to the
west bed-room and I'll send them to you there."

"Timothy _shan't_ wear Father's clothes!"

"_Arethusa!_"

Arethusa toed the mark, although with a very bad grace.

"It wasn't me that invited you to supper, Timothy Jarvis," she
announced,