e help him to dress to-morrow, and behave like a good boy."

"No, I won't," growled Norman, "as soon as I see my papa I will tell him
how that horrid woman has treated me, and he will soon send her about
her business."

Susan wisely did not reply to the last observation, but quietly made the
young gentleman put on his jacket, and then fastened his collar, and
tied his handkerchief round his neck.

"There, you will do now," she said, surveying him with an expression in
which pity was mingled with admiration, for he was indeed a handsome
child, and she thought how grievous it would be that he should be spoilt
by being allowed to have his own way. She then, lifting him up,
suddenly placed him again in the chair and said, "Sit quiet, young
gentleman, and try and get cool and nice to go down, and see your
grandmamma. We are not accustomed to have angry faces in this house,
and what is more we won't have them."

"Now come, Miss Fanny, I will help you to finish dressing."

Saying this she signed to Fanny to go out of the room, and, closing the
door, locked the young gentleman in.

As soon as she had put on Fanny's frock and shoes, and arranged her
hair, she went back to release Norman, whom she found still seated in
the chair, in sullen dignity, with the angry frown yet on his
countenance.

Susan said nothing, but taking his hand led him down after Fanny, to the
door of the breakfast-room. He went in willingly enough, for he was
very hungry and wanted his breakfast, but the angry frown on his brow
had not vanished.

"Good morning, my dear," said his grandmamma, who was already there, and
had just kissed Fanny, who sprang forward to meet her.

Norman did not answer, but stood near the door, pouting his lips, while
he kept his fists doubled by his side.

"What is the matter with him, my dear Fanny?" asked Mrs Leslie.

His sister did not like to tell their grandmamma of his behaviour, so
instead of replying, she ran to him and tried to lead him forward.

"I want my breakfast," muttered Norman.

"You will have it directly your mamma comes down, and prayers are over,"
said Mrs Leslie quietly. "Come my dear, and give me a kiss, as your
sister does every morning, you know that you are my grandchild as well
as she is, and that I wish to love you as I do her."

"I don't care about that, I want my breakfast," exclaimed Norman,
breaking away from Fanny, and going towards the table, to help himself
to some rolls he sa