Katherine well knew that her father had often objected to her frequently going to drink tea with the Turners, and had checked her for talking continually of her friend; and anyone not bent on her own way would have thought these hints enough, but as they were not given with a stern countenance, or in a peremptory manner, she had paid no attention to them.  Now, she could not be brought to perceive what her fault really had been, but only sobbed out something about its being very hard that she should have all the scolding, when it was Lizzie’s scheme, not hers.  Again forgetting that she had been the original proposer of the expedition.

‘Pray, my dear, do not go on defending yourself,’ said Mrs. Woodbourne, ‘you see it does no good.’

‘But, Mamma,’ whined Katherine, in such a tone that Mr. Woodbourne could bear it no longer, and ordered her instantly to leave the room, and not to appear again till she could shew a little more submission.  She obeyed, after a little more sobbing and entreating; and as she closed the door behind her, Harriet came out of the opposite room.

‘What is the matter?’ whispered she; ‘has it all come out?’

‘Yes, it is in the paper, and Papa is very angry,’ sighed Katherine.

‘Is there anything about me?’ asked Harriet eagerly, paying no regard to poor Katherine’s woful appearance and streaming eyes.

‘Oh no, nothing,’ said Katherine, hastening away, as Mrs. Hazleby and Lucy came into the passage.

‘Hey-day! what is all this about?’ exclaimed the former, encountering Mr. Woodbourne, as he came out of his wife’s dressing-room; ’what is the matter now?’

‘I believe your daughter can explain it better than I can,’ answered Mr. Woodbourne, giving her the paper, and walking away to his study as soon as he came to the bottom of the stairs.

As soon as Mrs. Hazleby found herself in the drawing-room she called upon her eldest daughter to explain to her the meaning of what she saw in the newspaper.

‘Why, Mamma,’ Harriet began, ’you know Miss Merton and Lizzie Woodbourne care for nothing but history and all that stuff, and do not mind what they do, as long as they can talk, talk, talk of nothing else all day long.  So they were at it the day you dined out, and they had some question or other, whether King Arthur’s Round Table were knights or not, till at last Kate said something about the Institute, and they were all set upon going, though Helen told them they had better not, so out we went, we walked all together to Mrs. Turner’s, and she took them.  I suppose Fido must have fallen into the river while they were at the Institute.’

‘Poor dear little fellow, I dare say that was the way he was lost,’ said Mrs. Hazleby; ’when once young people take that kind of nonsense into their head, there is an end of anything else.  Well, and how was it we never heard of it all this time?’

‘I think no one would wish to tell of it,’ said Harriet; ’you would not have heard of it now, if it had not been in the paper.’