Looking behind them, he beheld
Phyllis curled up, her head on her knees, crying bitterly.
'You there! Come out. What is the matter now?'
'I am so very sorry,' sighed she.
'Well, leave off crying.' She would willingly have obeyed, but her
sobs were beyond her own control; and he went on, 'If you are sorry,
there is no more to be said. I hope it will be a lesson to you
another time. You are quite old enough to have more consideration
for other people.'
'I am very sorry,' again said Phyllis, in a mournful note.
'Be sorry, only do not roar. You make that noise from habit, I am
convinced, and you may break yourself off it if you choose.'
Phyllis crept out of the room, and in a few minutes more the door was
softly opened by Emily, returning from her walk.
'I thought Claude was here. Is he gone to bed? Is his head worse?'
'Yes, the children have been doing their best to distract him.
Emily, I want to know why it is that those children are for ever in
mischief and yelling in all parts of the house.'
'I wish I could help it,' said Emily, with a sigh; 'they are very
troublesome.'
'There must be great mismanagement,' said her brother.
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