, sir," returned the lad respectfully.

"Not merely for a ride," Mr. Dinsmore said, pointing to the package in the
boy's hand; "you did not pick that up by the roadside. Where have you
been?"

"I stopped at Turner's just long enough to buy this wood that I shall need
for carving to-morrow. I should have asked leave, but forgot to do so."

"Then you should have come home and left the errand for another day. You
were well aware that in going without permission you were breaking rules.
You will go immediately to your room and stay there until this time
to-morrow."

"I think you're very hard on a fellow," muttered Max, flushing with
mortification and anger as he turned to obey.

Lulu, coming down the stairs, had heard and seen it all. She stood still
for a moment at the foot of the stairway, giving Mr. Dinsmore a look that,
had it been a dagger, would have stabbed him to the heart, but which he
did not see; then, just as the tea-bell rang, turned and began the ascent
again.

"Why are you going back, Lulu? did you not hear the supper bell?" asked
Mr. Dinsmore.

"Yes, sir," she answered, facing him again with flashing eyes, "but if my
brother is not to go to the table neither will I."

"Oh, very well," he said; "you certainly do not deserve a seat there after
such a speech as that. Go to your own room and stay there until you find
yourself in a more amiable and respectful mood."

It was exactly what she had intended to do, but because he ordered it, it
instantly became the thing she did not want to do.

However, she went into her room, and closing the door after her, not too
gently, said aloud with a stamp of her foot, "Hateful old tyrant!" then
walked on into Violet's dressing-room, where her sister still was.

Gracie had lain down upon a sofa and wept herself to sleep, but the supper
bell had waked her, and she was crying again. Catching sight of Lulu's
flushed, angry face, she asked what was the matter.

"I wish we could go away from these people and never, never come back
again!" cried Lulu in her vehement way.

"I don't," said Gracie. "I love mamma and Grandma Elsie, and Grandma Rose,
and Grandpa Dinsmore, too, and----"

"I hate him! I'd like to beat him! the old tyrant!" interrupted Lulu, in a
burst of passion.

"O Lu! I'm sure he's been kind to us; they're all kind to us when we're
good," expostulated Grace. "But what has happened to make you so angry,
and why aren't you eating your supper with the re