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 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Chapter I: Only for fun
 Chapter II: Pleasant news...
 Chapter III: Bunny gets up...
 Chapter IV: Bunny gets a frigh...
 Chapter V: The little Indian
 Chapter VI: Bunny forgets...
 Chapter VII: In Miss Kerr's...
 Chapter VIII: Bunny tries to show...
 Chapter IX: Miss Kerr promises...
 Chapter X: On Oliver's Mount
 Chapter XI: Was it cruel?
 Chapter XII: The fireworks
 Chapter XIII: Quiet times
 Chapter XIV: Bunny's improvement....
 Advertising
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Group Title: Naughty Miss Bunny : a story for little children
Title: Naughty Miss Bunny
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Title: Naughty Miss Bunny a story for little children
Physical Description: 192, 2 , 20, 2 p., 3 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Mulholland, Clara ( Author, Primary )
Blackie & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Blackie & Son
Place of Publication: London
Glasgow
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Publication Date: 1883
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Obedience -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Governesses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Temper -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1883   ( local )
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Hand-colored illustrations -- 1883   ( local )
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Glasgow
Scotland -- Edinburgh
Ireland -- Dublin
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Statement of Responsibility: by Clara Mulholland.
General Note: Frontispiece and plates printed in colors.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page 1
    Frontispiece
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    Chapter I: Only for fun
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    Chapter II: Pleasant news for bunny
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    Chapter III: Bunny gets up early
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    Chapter IV: Bunny gets a fright
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        Plate
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    Chapter V: The little Indian
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    Chapter VI: Bunny forgets again
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    Chapter VII: In Miss Kerr's room
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    Chapter VIII: Bunny tries to show off
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        Plate
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    Chapter IX: Miss Kerr promises a prize
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    Chapter X: On Oliver's Mount
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    Chapter XI: Was it cruel?
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    Chapter XII: The fireworks
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    Chapter XIII: Quiet times
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    Chapter XIV: Bunny's improvement. Home again
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A STORY
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BY


CLARA MULHOLLAND,
Author of "The Little Bog-trotters," &c.


















LONDON
BLACKIE & SON, 49 & 50 OLD BAILEY, E.C.;
GLASGOW, EDINBURGH, AND DUBLIN.
1883.






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CONTENTS.




Chap. rage
I. ONLY FOR FUN, 9
II. PLEASANT NEWS FOR BUNNY, 27
III. BUNNY GETS UP EARLY, 37
IV. BUNNY GETS A FRIGHT, 49
V. THE LITTLE INDIAN,- 59
VI. BUNNY FORGETS AGAIN, -69
VII. IN MISS KERR'S ROOM, 83
VIII. BUNNY TRIES TO SHOW OFF, 99
IX. MISS KERR PROMISES A PRIZE, 125
X. ON OLIVER'S MOUNT, 138
XI. WAS IT CRUEL? 152
XII. THE FIREWORKS, 167
KIII. QUIET TIMES, 179
XIV. BUNNY'S IMPROVEMENT. HOME AGAIN, 185





























ILLUSTRATIONS.



"Page
THE BUTLER SURPRISES BUNNY, Frontispie-e 1

BUNNY WELCOMES HER FATHER, -

FRA\.CIS SAVES BUNNY, 115





I















NAUGHTY MISS BUNNY.


CHAPTER I.
ONLY FOR FUN.

,OW nice!" cried Bunny. "Mama
has sent for Miss Kerr, so I can do
Exactly as I like for a little while.
I am very glad papa brought us
up here, for it is so pretty and so
cool, and these gardens are so lovely;" and
she gazed about her at the garden and the
lawn and then at the distant sea that lay just
beyond them, sparkling and dancing in the
sunshine. If I had no governess," continued
the little girl, "and no lessons, and no nasty
nurse to say, 'Sit still, Miss Bunny,' and
'Don't make dirty your frock, Miss Bunny,' I
think I should be jolly-yes, that's papa's







10 A SPOILT CHILD.
word, jolly. But, oh dear, big people are so
happy, for they can do what they like, but
chindrel must do everything they are told."
And quite forgetting her pretty white frock
and dainty sash, and the many orders she
had received not on any account to soil them,
she lay back comfortably upon the grass.
Bunny, whose real name was Ethel Dash-
wood, was six years old, and was one of the
spoilt "chindrel," as she called children. If
she had had brothers and sisters, very likely
Bunny would have been kept in better order,
but as she was quite alone no one could bear
to correct her, and so she became very hard
to manage indeed. Her papa indulged her,
and thought she could do nothing wrong,
whilst her mama was so delicate that she
was very seldom able to look after her little
girl, and left her to the care of a kind-hearted,
but foolish old nurse, who allowed her to
have her own way in everything and never
for an instant thought of finding fault with
her.
This was all very well so long as Bunny
was no more than a baby, but when she came
to be six years old Mrs. Dashwood suddenly








THE NEW FRENCH NURSE. 11

found that her little girl was much too
naughty, so she resolved to make a change
in the nursery, that would, she hoped, have
a good effect in every way. First of all old
nurse was sent away, and a trim French maid,
with a quick sharp manner, was engaged to
take her place.
Bunny was sorry to part with nurse, who
had always been kind to her, but Sophie was
so amusing, spoke such funny English, and
sang such merry songs that the little girl soon
ceased to fret, and became quite pleased with
her new maid.
The change of nurses Bunny bore in a
quiet way that surprised everyone in the
house; but when her mother told her that
she had arranged with a young lady to come
and live with them and be her governess, the
little girl burst into a passion, and stamping
her foot declared she would have no one to
teach her, that she would say no lessons, and
that her mama was very unkind to think
of such a thing.
Mrs. Dashwood was greatly shocked, and
unable to understand such naughtiness, rang
the bell and ordered Sophie to take the child







12 BUNNY HAS HER OWN WAY.

away, and Bunny was carried off weeping
bitterly. But this fit of anger only made
her mama more anxious to have some one
to look after her daughter, and in a few days
the governess arrived, and Bunny was set
down to learn to read and write.
This was a great change for the neglected
child, and had her teacher been a sensible
person Bunny would doubtless have become
a good little girl in time. But unfortunately
the governess was very foolish, and thought
it much easier to allow her pupil to have her
own way than to take the trouble to make
her do what was right, and so instead of do-
ing the child good she did her harm, and
Bunny became more and more naughty every
day.
This was in June, and as London grew very
hot and dusty, Mrs. Dashwood declared they
must all go away to the country, and her
husband, who wished them to have a nice
holiday, went off at once and took a beauti-
ful house at Scarborough.
Bunny was enchanted, and made up her
mind to have great fun at the seaside, and
as the very day before they left town, her







THE STRANGE TRUNK. 13

governess was obliged to leave in a great
hurry on account of a death in her family,
the little girl made up her mind that she
was going to have perfect freedom to do
exactly what she liked and to play every
day upon the sea-beach. Sophie did not
trouble her much except when she was cross,
and so Bunny set off to Scarborough in very
high spirits.
The house her papa had taken for them
was a pretty rambling old place, standing on
a height just above the sea, and surrounded
by spreading trees and large gardens full of
sweet-scented flowers. A most charming
spot indeed, and to the little girl from hot
dusty London it seemed a perfect paradise.
The first days in the country passed away
very happily, and Bunny was not as wild as
might have been expected by those who knew
her, when one day, as she ran through the
hall, she stopped in astonishment before a
large trunk, and cried out to the butler, who
was standing near, "Who does that belong
to, Ashton? Has a visitor come to stay
with us?"
"A visitor, miss? No, a new governess,







14 MISS KERR.

miss-she's just gone in to speak to your
mama;" and he hurried away to his pantry.
"Nasty thing!" cried Bunny, stamping her
foot and growing very red and angry. Just
when I thought I was going to be happy all
by myself! But I'll be so naughty, and so
troublesome, that she'll soon go away. I'll be
ten times as hard to manage as I was before.
She'll not get hold of me to-night any way,
and scampering off into the garden she hid
herself among the trees.
But the new governess, Miss Kerr, was a
very different person from the last, and re-
solved to do her best to make her little pupil
a good well-behaved child. She was a kind,
warm-hearted girl, who had a great many
small brothers and sisters of her own, and
she never doubted that in a short time
Bunny would become as good and obedient
as they were. She soon found, however,
that the task was not as easy as she had
fancied, and when she had been a few days
at Holly Lodge she began to fear that it,
would be a very long time before her lec-
tures and advice would have the smallest
effect upon the wayward little child.







BUNNY CLIMBS A TREE. 15

She had now been a whole week in charge
of the girl, and she feared that- Bunny would
never learn to love her.
About half an hour before our story begins,
Bunny and her governess had been seated on
the lawn together. Mrs. Dashwood sent to
ask Miss Kerr to go to her for a few mo-
ments, and that young lady had hastened
into the house, leaving her little charge upon
the grass with her book.
"Do not stir from here till I return, Bun-
ny," she said; "you can go over that little
lesson again, and I shall not be long."
But as time went on and she did not
return the child grew restless, and feeling
very tired of sitting still, began to look about
to see what there was for her to do.
Governesses are great bothers," she grum-
bled to herself as she rolled about on the
grass. "And now as Miss Kerr does not
seem to be coming back, I think I will have
a climb up that tree--it looks so easy I'm
sure I could go up ever so high. There's
nobody looking, so I'll just see if I can go
right away up-as high as that little bird up
there."








16 MORE MISCHIEF.

Bunny was very quick in her movements,
and a minute later her white frock and blue
sash were fluttering about among the leaves
and branches of a fine old tree that grew in
the middle of the lawn.
"Oh, dear! How lovely it would be to be
a bird-cheep, cheep! If I only had wings I
should just feel like one this minute, perched
up so high," she said with a merry laugh, as
she jumped and wriggled about on the branch.
But she quite forgot that the nursery win-
dow overlooked the lawn, and that Sophie
was sure to be sitting there at her work. In
a moment, however, this fact was recalled to
her mind by the sound of a wild shriek from
the terrified maid.
"Mademoiselle! Miss Bunny, you want to
kill yourself, or tear your sweet frock. Ah!
naughty child, get down this instants, or I will
tell monsieur your papa."
This was the one threat that had any power
to move Miss Bunny, so down she scrambled
and ran away as fast as she could over the
grass.
There was still no sign of Miss Kerr, so the
child wandered about, wondering what was
(172)







THE STRIPPED ROSE-TREE. 17

keeping her governess, and wishing she had
something to do, when all at once her eyes
fell on a beautiful rose-tree, almost weighed
down with the quantity of its flowers, and
she flew at it in delight and began to pull off
the lovely blossoms and pin one of them into
the front of her frock. But like most foolish
children she broke them off so short that there
was no stalk left with which to fasten them,
and so the poor rose fell upon the ground,
and the little girl impatiently snatched at
another and dragged it ruthlessly from the
branch. This went on for some time, and
would probably have gone on until not a
flower remained upon the bush, had not
Sophie again made herself heard from the
nursery window.
"Miss Bunny, how can you derange the
beautiful roses ?" she cried indignantly.
"There will be not one left to give to your
papa when he comes home, and you know he
loves those sweet flowers so much."
"Oh, I am so sorry," cried Bunny. "But
there are some dear little buds, and I will
just leave them for papa. Who knows per-
haps they may be roses by to-morrow even-
(172) B







18 TOO BUSY TO NOTICE BUNNY.

ing!" and away she flitted like a white-
winged butterfly in search of some other
sweet flowers that she might make her own,
without fear of further interruption from
sharp-tongued Sophie.
At last, when she had such a large bouquet
that her little hands could scarcely hold it,
she wearied of her occupation, and stepping
softly to the drawing-room window, she
peeped in just to see what Miss Kerr and
her mama could be doing that kept them
shut up there for so long together.
"I'll take mama these flowers," she said
to herself, "and I am sure they will make
her headache better. I'll just tap gently at
the window and Miss Kerr will let me in,
and I'll be so good and quiet that mama
will not mind me being with her while she
talks."
Bunny waited for some minutes, hoping to
be admitted to the room, but no notice was
taken of her knocking-for the ladies were
too much absorbed in their own affairs to
trouble themselves about her.
Mrs. Dashwood lay on the sofa, and her
face had a flushed anxious expression, as she







THE ROUND DINING-ROOM. 19

listened to Miss Kerr, who was seated on a
stool by her side, and seemed to be talking
very earnestly, but her voice was low, and as
the window was shut Bunny could not hear
a word she said.
"Oh dear, what a lot Miss Kerr has got
to say!" cried the little girl impatiently. "She
seems as if she had forgotten all about me.
I am tired of being out here all alone, so I'll
just run in and play with my dollies."
Now the nearest way into the house was
up a flight of steps and in by the dining-
room window, which was like a large glass
door, and always lay open in the most tempt-
ing manner possible.
So up these steps went Miss Bunny, her
hands full of flowers and her mind bent on
mischief, if she could only meet with any-
thing to do that would amuse her and give
her some fun.
The room into which she stepped was a
very pretty one. It was very nearly round,
with many high windows looking out upon
the pleasant grounds and blue sparkling sea.
Upon the walls were pictures of fine thorough-
bred horses, some of them with their little








20 BUNNY'S UNKIND TRICK.
foals beside them, others with a surly-looking
old dog or a tiny kitten, their favourite stable
companion and friend. Bunny loved these
pictures and had given the horses pet names of
her own, by which she insisted on calling them,
although their own well-known names were
printed under them, for they were all horses
that had won a great number of races during
their lives, and so had become celebrated.
The round table in the middle of the room
was laid ready for dinner, and looked very
inviting with its prettily arranged flowers,
handsome silver, and shining glass.
"Dear me, how nice it all looks!" said
Bunny, as she marched round the table on
tip-toe. "One, two, three, four places. Why,
it must be for company. Well, I hope there
will be somebody nice to talk to me. I must
get Sophie to put on my pretty new frock.
But oh, dear, what fun it would be just to
put a tiny, little drop of water into every
glass! Wouldn't old Ashton wonder-just
when he thinks everything is nice for dinner ?
I will! I'll do it! It will be such fun! Oh,
I'd like to see his face; won't he be horri-
bly angry?"








A RING AT THE BELL. 21

Throwing her flowers on the floor, Bunny
sprang to the side-board, and seizing a water-
jug she climbed up on each chair in turn
and poured a few drops of water into every
glass all round the dinner-table.
Just as she came to the last wine-glass and
held the jug ready to let the water fall into
it, the door opened suddenly and the solemn-
looking old butler entered the room.
"Miss Bunny!" he exclaimed, and he looked
so stern and angry that the little girl felt
frightened, and dropping the jug, scrambled
off the chair, seized her flowers, and ran out
of his sight as fast as she could.
"I only did it for fun, Ashton," she called
back from the door. "It is clean water, so it
won't do any harm."
"Harm, indeed!" grumbled Ashton; "just
as I thought I had everything done until
dinner time. Now I must begin and rub up all
this glass again;" and he began at once to re-
move the glasses from the table. "Little himp
that she is, that Miss Bunny! A perfect
himp, and if I had the governessing of her
for sometime I'd-I'd-bah! there's that bell
again! Some folks is in a mighty hurry,"







22 BUNNY AND THE BEGGAR.

and full of anger and indignation against the
little girl whom he could not punish for her
naughty trick, Ashton hurried to the hall
door, longing for something upon which he
could vent his wrath.
Bunny was skipping merrily in the hall,
and the pretty roses that she had gathered
with so much pleasure lay scattered on the
ground. This sight did not tend to put the
butler in a better temper, but he made no
remark, and passing by the little girl with-
out a word he opened the hall door with a
jerk. A poor boy with a thin pinched face
stood upon the step.
If you please, sir, will you give me a bit
of bread, for I am very hungry?" he said in
an imploring voice, as he gazed up into the
butler's face.
"There's nothing for you. How dare you
come here with your wretched lies?" cried
Ashton fiercely, and he shut the door with
a bang.
"That's not true, Ashton," cried Bunny,
darting forward and opening the door again.
"Wait, little boy, and I will get you some-
thing!" and before the astonished butler







A STRUGGLE-BUNNY CONQUERED. 23

knew where he was, she had rushed into the
dining-room, and came back carrying a large
loaf and a pat of butter that she had found
upon the side-board.
"You must not give that away, Miss
Bunny," cried the man; "that is in my charge,
and I cannot allow you to give it to a beg-
gar;" and he tried to drag the bread from her
hands.
"You nasty man! I will give it to him if
I like," she screamed. My papa always lets
me do what I like, and you are only a ser-
vant-and I will give it," and she struggled
to get away from him. "I only put the
water in your glasses for fun-but I'm very
glad I did it-and I wish I had put dirty
water in-and I wish-let me go-I'll tell
papa, and he'll be very angry and-"
"Bunny," said a soft reproachful voice,
"my dear child, what is the matter?" and
Miss Kerr laid her hand gently upon the
little girl's shoulder.
"That nasty Ashton won't let me give
this loaf to a poor boy who is there begging,"
cried Bunny; "he's very hungry and I want-"
"Ashton is quite right, Bunny," said Miss







24 TEARS AND SMILES.

Kerr gently; "give him back the loaf, dear.
It is not yours, so you have no right to give
it away. Have you no money of your own
to give the boy?"
"No, I have not," cried Bunny bursting
into tears, and I am sure papa would not
mind my giving the loaf away-he never does.
Ashton's a nasty, cross old thing;" and she
flung the loaf on the floor.
Ashton is only doing his duty, Bunny,
and you must not speak in that way."
"Well, I wish he wouldn't do his duty
then," sobbed the little girl; "it's a great
shame of him to do his duty, when I tell
him not."
Come, now, dear, dry your eyes and give
this to the poor boy," said Miss Kerr kindly;
"see, I will lend you threepence to give to
him, and when your papa gives you some
pocket-money you can repay me. The boy
will like the money better than the bread,
I daresay, and you will feel that you are
giving something that is really your own."
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" cried Bunny
with delight, her tears drying up in an instant.
"You are good! You are kind!" and throw-







QUITE SUBDUED. 25

ing her arms round Miss Kerr's neck she
kissed her over and over again; then seizing
the pennies she flew to the door, and handing
them to the boy said in a subdued voice:
"Here, boy, a good lady gave me these pennies
for you. I am a greedy little girl and spend
all my own money on sweets, but I'll save
up and pay Miss Kerr back very soon."
"That is enough, Bunny," said the gover-
ness, taking the child by the hand. "I have
something to tell you, dear, so come with me
n11W.
"Very well, I will come," answered Bunny
quite meekly, and shutting the door, she
followed Miss Kerr down the hall,


















CHAPTER II.

PLEASANT NEWS FOR BUNNY.

"' ND now, Bunny," said Miss Kerr,
as she led the little girl into the
library and took her on her knee,
"I am afraid you have been a very
S naughty child. I do not like to
scold you, you know, but when children are
told to stay in one place they should do so,
and not run about all over the house in the
way you seem to have been doing."
"But you were so long away," replied
Bunny, and I was tired sitting there all by
myself. Sophie kept screaming at me not
to touch the flowers, so I had nothing to
do."
"And what about the lesson? Did you
learn that?"
"No, I didn't, it was so stupid," said






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28 NOBODY LIKES TIT FOR TAT.

Bunny, "I got quite tired of it, and all the
letters went wrong, so I thought I would go
to the nursery and play with my toys, and
then when 1 went into the dining-room there
was nobody there, and I thought it would be
great fun to tease old Ashton, so I jumped
on the chairs and poured water into all the
glasses, and he was so angry; and oh it was
fun to see his face when he cried out, 'Miss
Bunny!'" and carried away with delight at
the recollection of her naughty trick, the
little girl clapped her hands and laughed long
and merrily.
But, my dear child, do you not know that
that was extremely naughty conduct?" said
Miss Kerr gravely. "It is very wicked to
make anyone angry, and it was very unkind
of you to play such a trick upon Ashton.
How would you like if he were to spoil your
toys or break your dolls for you?"
Oh, I shouldn't like it at all," answered
Bunny; "I'd be awfully cross, and I'd get
papa to send him away. That would be a
good way to punish him, I know."
Well, Bunny, you think you could punish
him but he has no way of punishing you,






r
BUNNY'S SORROW. 29
so you should always be very careful not
to annoy or trouble him. Besides, my child,
we should never do anything to other people
that we know we would not like them to do
to us. God wishes us to be good and kind
to everyone about us, remember, and to be
unkind is to disobey Him."
"Oh, then, I'm very sorry that I was so
naughty," cried Bunny, "for Sophie told
me this morning that God has been good
and kind to me always, for she says He gave
me all the nice things I have, and my papa
and mama, so I should not like to vex Him
when He has been so kind to me."
"If my little Bunny will just remember
that, whenever she feels inclined to be naughty
she will soon find it easy to be good, and she
will be a much happier child, for then she
will know that she is pleasing God who has
been good to her."
"Oh, I will try, dear Miss Kerr, indeed I
will," said the little girl; "I'll be good and
kind to God, and you, and papa, and mama,
because you are all so good to me;" and she
laid her soft cheek against Miss Kerr's face.
"That is right, darling," said the governess







30 WHO WOULD LIKE A BLACK COUSIN?
with a smile; "and now that I have given
you a little lecture, and you have promised
to be good, I have a piece of news to tell
you that will, I am sure, give you great plea-
sure;" and she smoothed the child's fair hair
with her hand.
"Good news! Oh, dear Miss Kerr, do tell
me what it is," cried the little girl eagerly.
"Well, I have been having a long talk with
your mama, Bunny, and--"
"Oh, yes, I know that. I saw you talk,
talk, talk, only I couldn't hear what you
were saying, because the window was shut."
"No, I suppose not, dear, but listen. Your
mama says you have an uncle in India who
has a little son of seven years old-"
Oh, I know that, Miss Kerr! Why, that's
no news! Of course I know about Uncle
Jim and Cousin Mervyn. I never saw them
though, but still I know they are in India, an
awfully hot place it is, Sophie says."
"Yes, so it is. But would you like to see
this Cousin Mervyn, do you think?"
"Oh, I'd just love to see hun-but is he
black? Sophie says the people in those coun-
tries are black. Oh, I shouldn't like a black







A PLAYFELLOW. 31

cousin, Miss Kerr, indeed I should not," cried
Bunny in a piteous voice.
"You little goose, he's not black at all,"
cried Miss Kerr, laughing at the little girl's
look of consternation; "I have never seen him,
but his papa is supposed to be like your
mama, so I daresay he will have fair hair,
blue eyes, and pink cheeks something very
like your own."
Oh, I'm glad he is like that, for indeed I
could not bear a black cousin. Once I had
a black doll given to me for a present, and I
screamed and screamed till nurse put it away
out of the nursery."
"It is certainly very lucky that your cousin
is not black, for it would never do to scream
at him, would it?" said Miss Kerr, "for he has
arrived in London and is coming here with
your papa to-morrow evening."
"Oh, I am glad! Oh, I am glad!" sang
Bunny, dancing round the room on the points
of her toes. "What fun it will be to have a
little cousin to play with! Will he stay long,
Miss Kerr?"
"Yes, a long time, Bunny," answered the
governess. "It is too hot in India for him







32 GOOD RESOLUTIONS.

to stay there any longer-indeed they think
he has stayed there too long already, and
your mama has promised to take care of him
until he is old enough to go to school."
"Oh, that will be a nice long visit," said
the little girl; "he'll be staying with us just
as if it was home, and he was my own
brother."
"Yes, dear, just so. He will be like your
brother, I am sure; and he is to have his
lessons with you I am to teach you both."
"Yes, and I'll lend him my pony and I'll
let him play with my kittens. And oh, Miss
Kerr, I'll give him tea out of my own little
tea-set; and we'll have such fun."
Yes, dear, it will be very nice, and I hope
that little Bunny will be a good child and not
make her cousin naughty and teach him mis-
chievous tricks."
"Oh, I'll be good, indeed, dear Miss Kerr.
I won't want to be naughty so much when
I have someone to play with, for it's always
when I feel lonely that I want to play tricks
on people."
"Is that so really, you poor mite? Well,
you will not be lonely any more, Bunny, and







REASONS FOR NOT LEARNING TO READ. 33

I hope you will try hard and learn to read
soon. When children can read they do not
want a companion so much, because they can
read pretty stories about other children and
so amuse themselves for hours together."
"Oh, I don't want to read stories one bit,"
said Bunny with a pout. Sophie and
mama read lots of stories to me, so it
doesn't matter whether I can read them for
myself or not."
"And what will you do when you grow
up, Bunny? Don't you think you would feel
very much ashamed if you could not read
when you had grown to be a tall lady?"
"Oh, no one would ever know, for I am
sure people never ask grown-up ladies if they
can read. Do they, now? No one ever asks
you or mama if you know how to read."
"No, people never ask us if we can read,
certainly, Bunny," answered M 11- Kerr laugh-
ing, but they would soon find out if we did
not, I can tell you. People who cannot read
seldom learn those things that everyone
should know, and so they are ignorant and
stupid. Surely you would not like Mervyn
to beat you at his lessons, would you?"
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34 BUNNY'S IMPATIENCE.

Oh, but he's older than me," said Bunny,
"and, of course, he knows a great deal more
than me, and- "
"Than I, Bunny, say he is older than I
am," corrected Miss Kerr. "Yes, he is older,
but I do not think he knows more than you
do. His papa says he has never been taught
anything but his letters, and he can hardly
speak English."
"Oh, dear! Does he only speak French
then?" said Bunny with a look of alarm.
"No, Hindustanee. That is the Indian
language, you know, and as he always had a
native nurse he does not know English very
perfectly. But we Will soon teach him, won't
we, dear?"
"Oh, yes, it will be fun, and I'll try very
hard to learn to read well before he does! It
will be nice to have a cousin, won't it? I
wonder what he's like. But I'm sure he'll
be nice. I know he will. Don't you think
he'll be nice, Miss Kerr?"
"Yes, dear, I think it is very likely, but
you will know all about him to-morrow."
Oh, I wish to-morrow would come, quick,
quick!" cried Bunny; "the days and the








MISS KERR'S TROUBLE. 35

hours go over so slowly, and I do want to
see that little Indian."
"Poor little boy! I daresay he will be
very tired and shy when he arrives. It is a
sad thing to leave father and friends and
come among strangers, Bunny," said Miss
Kerr, and there were tears in her eyes as she
gazed out over the garden.
'" Dear Miss Kerr, why should you feel
sorry for Mervyn? I'm so glad that he is
coming here," said Bunny softly, and she put
her little hand into Miss Kerr's. Why
should you cry for him? We will be very
kind to him, you and I, and papa and
mama.
"Yes, darling, of course," answered Miss
Kerr stroking the little hand. "But I was
not thinking of Mervyn, but of someone I
know, who had to leave her dear home, her
father and mother, and brothers and sisters,
to go be governess to a wild little girl, who
did not care to learn her lessons and did not
love her at all."
Why, that's like me and you! But I do
love you; oh, I do love you!" cried the child,
and she flung her arms round Miss Kerr's








36 TELLING SOPHIE THE NEWS.
neck. "You are so good and kind, and I am
sorry you had to leave your little brothers
and sisters, and I won't be wild, and I'll love
you very much."
"If you do, Bunny, you will make me
very happy, and I think you will soon be a
very good little girl," and Miss Kerr kissed
the eager face over and over again. "But
run away now and get ready for tea. I have
some letters to write for the post, and I shall
just have time if you run off at once."
"Very well," said Bunny jumping off Miss
Kerr's knee. "I must go to tell Sophie
the news." And away she ran, calling,
"Sophie, Sophie," as she went up the stairs.
She has a good little heart, and will be-
come a fine character in time, if she is pro-
perly managed," said Miss Kerr to herself as
the child left the room. "But she has been
terribly spoilt and neglected. If the boy
from India is as great a pickle as Miss
Bunny, I shall have my hands very full
indeed," and with something between a sigh
and a laugh, Miss Kerr seated herself at the
table and began to write her letters.















CHAPTER III.

BUNNY GETS UP EARLY.

i OR a long time after she went to bed
"that night, Bunny could not go to
,z .' sleep, and lay tossing about from
tj9 side to side, wishing over and over
S again that it was mi-. in i_.. that she
might get up and put all her toys and books
in order, so that they should look as nice as
possible when she came to show them to
the new cousin.
At last she dropped off into a sound sleep,
and did not wake again until the sun was
shining brightly into her room. She jumped
up and looked about to see if Sophie had
gone to get her bath ready. But the maid
lay fast asleep in her bed at the other side
of the room, and poor Bunny felt sure she
would not get up for a very long time yet.







8 TROUBLESOME KNOTS.

She felt ready to cry at the thoughts of lying
there for so long doing nothing, whilst the
sun was shining so brightly over the sea and
dancing so merrily up and down the nursery
walls. Suddenly, however, a happy idea
presented itself to her mind, and she sprang
out of her crib with a soft well-pleased little
laugh.
"It will be such fun," she whispered to
herself, "and Sophie will get such a start
when she sees the crib empty! But I must
go about very gently or she might wake up
and send me back to bed."
So the little girl slipped very quietly about
the room, and struggled bravely with buttons
and tapes, as she did her best to dress herself
without the assistance of her maid.
"They're all upside down and tied in big
knots," she said ruefully, "but Sophie will
just have to do them all over again when
she gets up. Oh, dear, where are my boots,
I wonder? I can't see them anywhere about.
Well, I must go out in these, I suppose;" and
sitting down on the floor she put on a pair
of dainty Queen Anne shoes, with satin bows
and steel stars, that she had worn the even-







LOOKING FOR A CRUST. 33

ing before when she went down to the draw-
ing-room to see her mama.
At this moment Sophie turned round with
a loud snore, and Bunny gave a start of
alarm, as she looked quickly towards the
bed. If Sophie awoke and saw what she
was doing, all her fun would surely be
spoiled, and she would be sent back to her
crib in disgrace.
Very cautiously then she got up off the
floor, seized her hat that lay on the chest
of drawers, and opening the door as softly
as possible, flew along the corridor and away
down the stairs.
Not a servant was to be seen about, for it
was not yet seven o'clock, and so Bunny
passed on without any interruption into the
dining-room, and stood on tiptoe at the side-
board looking anxiously to see if there was
anything there for her to eat. But there was
not even a crust to be seen.
"Nasty old Ashton!" she cried, "he might
have left a few pieces of bread for me; but
he wouldn't, I'm sure, even if he had known
I was coming. I must get something for
my dear pony, now that I am up, so I'll go







40 MRS. BROWN AND THE LARDER.

off to the larder and see what I can find
there."
So away went Bunny in high glee at her
clever thought; but when she arrived at the
larder door she found it locked, and she
was about to turn away sad and disap-
pointed when a sudden jingling of keys was
heard in the passage, the kitchen door opened,
and Mrs. Brown, the cook, appeared upon the
scene.
Miss Bunny, dear, what brings you here
at such an hour? And law but you are
dressed queer! But, indeed, them Frenchies
are little good with their new-fangled ways.
It's nurse that used to dress you smart, deary,
and as for Sophie, she beats all;" and the good
woman held up her hands in dismay at the
child's untidy appearance.
"Oh, Sophie didn't dress me at all!" cried
Bunny. She doesn't even know I'm up,
for she's fast asleep. But I was so tired lying
there listening to Sophie snoring that I
thought I would get up and go out. I want
to take my pony a piece of bread, so please
give me some for him and some for myself,
Mrs. Brown, for I'm very hungry."







AN EARLY VISIT TO FRISK. 41

"Bless your heart, of course I will," cried
the good-natured woman, as she unlocked the
door, and cutting two large slices of bread
and butter, handed them to the little girl.
"Oh, thank you," said Bunny; "Frisk will
like this, I am sure. Good morning, Mrs.
Brown, and mind you don't tell Sophie where
I am, if she comes to look for me."
"Don't be afraid, deary, I won't give her
any news of you. I don't admire her and
her stuck-up French airs, so she won't get
much out of me."
But Bunny did not wait to hear the end
of the good woman's speech against poor
Sophie; she had got all she wanted, so away
she ran to pay her morning visit to her little
pony.
When Frisk heard the stable door opening
and a footstep approaching his stall, he
whisked his tail and twisted his head as well
as he could, to see who was coming to visit
him at such an early hour. And when he
found it was his little mistress, and heard her
voice at his ear he neighed with delight, and
rubbed his velvety nose up and down her
frock.







42 FRISK'S SHARP TEETH.
"Dear old Frisk," she cried, patting his
neck, "there's a little cousin coming all the
way from India to stay with us. Sophie is
not glad, but I am, and Miss Kerr is, and
you must be glad too, old man. And he's
not black at all, Frisk, oh, no, and it is very,
very silly of you to think so, sir. You must
be good to him, dear little pony, and give
him nice rides, and then he'll love you, just
as I do, and we'll all be friends together. So
now eat this, little Frisk," she continued, and
breaking off a piece of the bread, she held it
up to the pony's nose.
But suddenly Bunny gave a little shriek,
and drew her hand quickly away; for with-
out intending it, Frisk had actually bitten
his kind little mistress. The bread she
offered him was so small, and his mouth was
so big, that the child's fingers got rather far
in among his teeth, and when Frisk's white
grinders came down upon the dainty offered
him, they met rather sharply upon poor
Bunny's thumb. The skin was slightly cut,
and as a little stream of blood ran down her
finger the child grew frightened and began
to cry.







SOPTTE APPEARS IN THE STABLE. 43
"Oh, Frisk, Frisk, why did you bite? I
never thought you would do such a thing,"
she cried reproachfully. "I never, never knew
you do such a thing before;" and sinking
down on the straw by his side, she tried to
stop the blood by rolling her finger tightly
up in the corner of her pinafore. Just when
I wanted to tell the new cousin that you
were a good, kind pony, you go and bite me
-oh dear, oh dear, I am very sorry, Frisk, I
am indeed."
But in spite of the little girl's sorrowful
lecture, Frisk did not in the least know that
he had done anything wrong, and poking his
soft nose into Bunny's lap, he carried off the
remaining piece of bread and ate it with
much relish.
"You artful old thing," cried Bunny, de-
lighted with his cleverness, and smiling
through her tears, "if you hadn't bit me I'd
have said you were the best and dearest little
pony alive;" and forgetting her anger at him
for hurting her, she jumped up and patted
and kissed his soft silky nose.
"Where is Mademoiselle Bunny? Ah!
that child will be the death of me. Jean,








44 "DON'T TELL!"

have you seen Mees Bunny anywhere about?"
cried Sophie, just outside the stable door;
and the little girl knew that her hour was
come and that she was going to get a good
scolding.
"Oh, Miss Bunny is in there, talking to
Frisk, Mamzelle Sophie," answered the groom.
"Little naughty one! Ah, these English
children are so dreadful!" cried Sophie, and
in a moment Bunny was dragged out from
her seat on the straw and carried away to
the nursery.
"Oh!" she screamed as soon as they were
inside the door, "what is that I see on your
dress, mademoiselle? Blood, I declare! Oh,
what will your mama say? She will send
away that beast of a pony I am sure, and then
you will not make such early walks to the
stable."
"Oh, Sophie, Sophie, don't tell! don't tell!"
cried Bunny, "Frisk did not mean to hurt
me I am sure, and it's nearly well now.
Look, it has stopped bleeding already, so
don't tell mama, pray don't," and the little
girl raised her eyes full of tears to the maid's
face.







PROMISES TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. 45
"Well, I won't tell if you will promise
me never to slip out of your bed and away
out of the house again as you have done just
now."
"Oh, I never will, I never will, Sophie!"
cried Bunny, "but do say you won't tell. I
couldn't bear to see Frisk sent away."
"Well, well, don't cry any more," said
Sophie good-naturedly. Be a good enfant,
and I will say not anything about it."
"Oh! you dear, darling Sophie, I'll be so
good, so good!" cried the little girl, "I'll be
so good that you'll never have to scold me
any more."
"Ma foi, what a change that will be!"
cried Sophie, "if you get so good as all that
I will send for the doctor."
"For the doctor!" exclaimed Bunny in
surprise. "Why would you send for him?"
"Good gracious, mademoiselle, because I
will surely think you are ill if you get to be
an angel like that; but I am very certain I
shall have to scold you many times before
this evening comes."
"Very likely, Sophie, but still I'm good
now," said Bunny with a merry little laugh,







46 A RUN ON THE SANDS.

and as the maid gave the last touch to her
hair, the last pull to her sash, she ran out of
the nursery and away to her mama with
whom she always had her breakfast.
Bunny was in a wild state of excitement
all that day, and Sophie and Miss Kerr found
it very hard to keep her in order and pre-
vent her disturbing her mama, who was not
well, and could not bear much noise.
"Oh, dear, how long the day is! How long
the day is!" she cried over and over again.
"I don't think evening will ever come, Miss
Kerr, I don't, indeed."
"It will come fast enough, Bunny dear,
if you will only have patience. Try and
forget that you are expecting anything to
happen."
"I wish I could! I wish I could! But I
do so wish to see what Mervyn is like."
"You impatient little goose, do try and
think of something else and time will go over
much faster. But I tell you what, Bun,"
said Miss Kerr, when they had finished their
early dinner, "we will go and take a good
run on the sands and that will pass the after-
noon very nicely for us."







WAITING FOR THE TRAIN. 47

"But they might come when we are away,
and that would be dreadful."
No, they won't, because they can't," said
Miss Kerr with a smile. "The train does
not come in until seven, and it is only three
now, so you see we have plenty of time for
a nice walk."








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CHAPTER IV.

BUNNY GETS A FRIGHT.

"" be quick, Sophie," cried Bunny as
she rushed into the nursery after
g'' her walk upon the sands, "Miss
"- Kerr says it is half-past five, and
papa and Mcrvyn will be here at
seven, so do be quick and dress me as fast as
ever you can, for I want to be down in the
hall, ready to jump out at them the minute
they come to the door."
"Indeed," said Sophie without moving from
her chair at the window. What haste we
are in, certainly. But you may just keep
still, Miss Bunny, for I am not going to
touch you for one half hour. What is the
use for me to dress you now, when long be-
fore seven you would be so black as a sweep
again, I know.'
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50 BUNNY QUARRELS WITH SOPHIE.
"Oh, what a bother!" cried Bunny, stamp-
ing her foot and flinging her pretty white
hat upon the floor. You are a nasty thing,
and I wish you had not come to be my maid
at all, for you never do anything I ask you
to do. I wish dear old nurse was back with
me again, she used to be so nice, and always
did whatever I wanted."
"Old nurse was an old silly," answered
Sophie, stitching away at her work. "She
neg-lect you and make you so naughty, and
it is for me to keep you in order and make
you good."
"Well, I won't be kept in order, and I
won't be made good-not one bit," cried
Bunny bursting into tears. "It's very unkind
of you not to dress me in time to see my
papa, and he'll be very angry with you."
"Come, Miss Bunny, don't be a silly baby,"
said Sophie, "I'll dress you soon enough, do
not fear that. You had so much best go
and make tidy that doll's house, for the little
cousin will be ashamed to see it in so much
of disorder."
I don't want to tidy my doll's house, and
I don't care whether Mcrvyn likes it or





















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BUNNY WELCOMES HER FA IER








THE POWER OF STLENCE. 51

not, not a bit!" said Bunny, and taking off
one little glove she threw it into the very
furthest corner of the room, and then roll-
ing the other into a ball she threw it at
Sophie's head as she sat bending over her
work.
But the maid did not take the slightest
notice of the young lady, and without another
word went quietly on with her sewing.
When Bunny saw that Sophie was really
determined not to dress her for some time,
she sat down on the floor in silence, and lean-
ing her head up against the side of her crib,
kicked about for some minutes in a very ill-
tempered way indeed. After a while she
grew tired of this conduct, which to her great
surprise did not seem to make Sophie the
least bit angry, and not knowing what to do
with herself she sat staring about the room
with a very sulky expression on her little face.
But by degrees the tears dried up, the cross
look disappeared, and jumping suddenly to
her feet, she trotted off to the other end of
the room. Pulling open the wide door of
the doll's house, she set to work very indus-
triously to put it in order.








52 TEMPER NOT QTITE CURED.

She brushed the carpets, dusted the chairs,
shook out the dolls' dresses and set them out
in the drawing-room as if they were waiting
to receive their visitors.
"Now it's tidy, Sophie," she cried with a
bright little smile. Mervyn will think it a
very nice doll's house. Won't he?"
"Yes, my dear enfant, I am sure he will,"
said Sophie kindly, "and now as you have
been good and quiet for so long, I will begin
to dress you if you like."
Oh, that is a dear good Sophie. I am so
afraid that I shall not be ready when papa
comes.
You will be ready, never fear," said
Sophie, and taking off the child's frock, she
began to wash her face and hands.
"You hurt, Sophie, you hurt," cried Bunny
pettishly, as the maid combed out her long
fair hair.
"Bah, no I don't hurt you, mademoiselle,
except when you pull your head aside. But
in truth it is hard to comb your hair properly
when you move and fidget about. You are
very difficult to manage to-day."
I tell you, you do hurt me-you pull as








BUNNY LEFT TO HERSELF. 53

hard as anything," cried Bunny growing very
red.
"Very well, miss, if you are in such
humour," cried Sophie, "you may just stand
there till you get back to your temper again.
I'm going into the next room to get your
frock, and I hope that when I come back
you will be quiet and let me dress your hair
like a little lady," and the maid flounced out
of the nursery, leaving Bunny standing be-
fore the glass in her short white petticoat,
with one shoe off and the other on, her hair
hanging in disorder about her shoulders, and
her face puckered up in dismay at Sophie's
sudden and unexpected departure.
"Oh, why was I so cross about my hair?"
she cried. "Papa and Mervyn will be here
directly, and just look at the state I am in.
What shall I do? What shall I do ? Sophie,
I'll be good. Do come back, and get me
ready to go down."
But Sophie did not answer, nor did she
return, and poor Bunny sat down on the edge
of her crib, and in spite of all the efforts she
made to keep them back, the big tears rolled
slowly down her cheeks.







54 A STRANGE WAY TO RECEIVE FRIENDS.

Suddenly the sound of wheels was heard
upon the gravel below, and brushing away
her tears, the little girl started to her feet
and ran over to the window.
A cab covered with luggage was coming
in at the big gate, and in a minute she saw
her papa nodding gaily up to his little Bunny,
with a bright well-pleased smile upon his
dear face.
Without a moment's thought as to the
state she was in, or of what her papa or the
little boy from India might think of her in
such a condition, Bunny dropped the blind,
and with a joyful cry of Papa, papa, my
own dear papa," she rushed out of the nur-
sery and away down the stairs.
"M y little darling! My sweet little Bun,"
exclaimed Mr. Dashwood, as the small wild-
looking figure came running along the hall
and jumped into his arms. "Why, dear, why
did you come out of the nursery before you
were dressed?" he said, as he smoothed back
the ruffled hair and kissed the hot cheeks of
the excited child. "You are in a strange
state to receive visitors, Bunny dear, and I
am afraid cousin Mervyn will be shocked at







THE "BLACK WOMAN." 55

my wild girl, for he is a very tidy little man,
I can tell you. Mervyn, this is your cousin
Ethel, commonly called Bunny, I hope you
will be very good friends," and he put out his
hand to a pale gentle-looking boy of about
seven years old, who was clinging shyly to
the skirts of an Indian Ayah, as though afraid
to let her go from beside him for an instant.
When Bunny raised her head from her
papa's shoulder to look at her new cousin, her
eyes suddenly lighted upon the grinning
black face of the strange foreign-looking
woman, and with one wild yell of terror she
turned away, and buried her little face in her
father's coat.
"Oh, send that dreadful thing away!" she
cried, "I'm not half so naughty as I used to
be! And I have promised Miss Kerr to be
so good! Oh, papa, papa, don't give your
little Bunny to that dreadful black woman."
"My darling, that is Mervyn's nurse, and
he loves her very dearly. See how he clings
to her and begs her to stay with him! Just
look how kind she is to him!"
"Oh, no, no, papa, she's a bogie, I am sure,"
cried the child, clinging to him more ner-








56 "A GOOD KIND WOMAN."
vously than ever. "Sophie always tells me
a bogie will come for me if I am naughty,
and I was naughty just now because Sophie
pulled my hair, and I was cross, and cried
and stamped my foot and-"
"My poor foolish little girl, she is not a
bogie, but a good kind woman-her face is
black, but she can't help that. It was very
wrong of Sophie to frighten you about bogies,
very wrong-there is no such thing in the
world.
"Ah, monsieur, monsieur, I'm so sorry
Meess Bunny has been so naughty to run down
to you in such a state," cried Sophie running
into the hall with a very angry look on her
face. I just left her for a minute to get
her frock, and when I came back she was
gone.
"Oh, Sophie, Sophie, don't scold me, please,"
cried Bunny, "I'll go back to the nursery,
and let you dress me now. Oh, take me
away quick, for if I see that dreadful face, I
shall scream again, I know I shall;" and
with one little hand over her eyes that she
might not see the terrible creature again,
Bunny flung herself into Sophie's arms and








MERVYN AND THE AYAH. 57

was carried off upstairs to have her toilet
completed for dinner.
"Poor little monkey!" said Mr. Dashwood
laughing, "I never thought she would be so
easily frightened. "Ashton, take the nurse
down to the housekeeper's room, and tell
the servants to look after her, and give her
her dinner. Come, Mervyn, my little man,
I want to take you to see your aunt."
"Yes, uncle," answered the little boy in a
shy nervous voice, and looking up into the
Ayah's face to see what she wished him to do.
"Go at once," she said in Hindustanee,
and then Mervyn went up to his uncle, and
putting his little hand into his, allowed him
to lead him down the passage to the drawing-
room.


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CHAPTER V.

THE LITTLE INDIAN.

YTr'lt RS DASHWOOD lay on the sofa
*fl/ in the drawing-room, and Miss
"- -- IKerr sat beside her reading aloud.
The two children, Bunny and
SMervyn, w ere seated side by side
upon a large white woolly rug in the bow-
window, and they whispered together in
very low tones lest they should disturb the
ladies by their noise.
Bunny was nursing a pretty black kitten,
with a red ribbon round its neck, whilst
Mervyn sat with his little hands clasped
over his knees, looking out at the blue
sparkling sea, with a well-pleased expression
on his thin pale face.
"What a lovely cool place England is!"
he whispered; "it feels so comfortable and







60 MIERVYN'S FEAR OF THE SEA.
nice here, and that sea is so beautiful to
look at."
Yes, to look at," answered Bunny, nod-
ding her head; "but, oh! Mervyn, wouldn't
you feel afraid to go into it, and have your
face stuck right under the water, and held
there till you had no breath, and-"
"Oh, that would be horrible!" cried Mer-
vyn with a frightened look; "my papa
would be angry if I were put into the sea in
that way. Oh! I will write and tell him
if-"
"Well, I know he wrote to say that bath-
ing would be very good for you," said
Bunny, and mama told Miss Kerr this
very morning she was sure it would be.
But I tell you, Mervyn, it's only Sophie that
is so rough and nasty. One day I went to
bathe with Miss Kerr, and it was lovely!
She told me when she was going to dip me,
and she let me play at the edge, and I took
dolly in and I dipped her, and it was such fun."
Well, then, I will ask Miss Kerr always
to bathe me," replied .. rvyn; "I should die,
I am sure, if I were pushed under the water
and could not get my breath."







SOPHIE'S UNKIND SPEECHES. 61

"Oh! I was often and often pushed down
that way by Sophie, and I didn't die at all;
but I kicked and screamed most dreadfully,"
cried Bunny; "but then, mama says I am
very strong, and Sophie said last night that
you were a misserble creature, so thin and
white."
"Sophie is very rude! exclaimed Mer-
vyn with a slight flush; "I am not a miser-
able creature; I can't help being white;
everyone is in India, because it's so hot."
"That is funny!" cried the little girl, "for
Sophie said all Indians were black, and I
thought you would have a little black face
like Pussy here, only Miss Kerr told me you
would be as white as me; but you're whiter,
much whiter," and she laid her small plump
pink hand on Mervyn's thin white one.
"I don't like your Sophie," cried Mervyn
impatiently; "she talks in such a queer way,
and she's not half so nice as my dear old
Indian nurse. I do wish she had been able
to stay in England with me."
"Oh, I think she was a horrid fright!"
cried Bunny, "with her nasty black face
and her dreadful flappy wild dress, and I'm







62 BUNNY UNDERTAKES TO TEACH ENGLISH.

sure nobody could understand a word she
said."
"I could," said Mervyn with a sigh, "and
I liked talking Hindustanee much better
than English."
"But it sounds so silly!" cried Bunny;
"I think it's a great pity people shouldn't
always speak English everywhere, for that
would be so plain and easy."
"Well, I would much rather everyone
would speak Hindustanee, for that would be
much nicer."
"Oh, dear! I don't think so," said Bunny;
"and I think you speak English very well."
"Do you?" said Mervyn, smiling; "papa
did not; and do you know, I can't always
think of the right words for things."
"Oh! just ask me and I will tell you,"
replied Bunny jauntily, for I never have to
think for my words at all."
"Bunny, dear," said Mrs. Dashwood from
her sofa, "I think you have nursed that
kitten quite long enough; the poor little
thing looks very tired. Put it into its basket
like a good child."
"Very well, mama," answered Bunny, and,







TOO NOISY BY HALF. G3

jumping up, she ran over to a corner of the
room where stood a pretty round basket,
which was always used as a snug bed for
Miss Puss.
Bunny dropped her pet gently in upon the
soft cushion, and after much stroking and
tucking up, she stole away on tip-toe to her
mother's side.
But Pussy was in a playful mood, and as
soon as the little girl's back was turned she
sprang lightly out of her bed and went
scampering gaily round the room.
"Naughty, naughty puss!" cried Bunny
laughing, and off she went in pursuit of the
runaway.
"Bunny, dear Bunny, I can't bear that
noise," cried Mrs. Dashwood, as her little
daughter tumbled over a footstool and knocked
down a chair. "I can't bear it indeed, dear
child, so I think you had better go out.
Sophie will take you for a walk, as I want
nli-, Kerr to read to me."
"Oh, mama! I like Miss Kerr much
better than Sophie," cried Bunny, "and so
does Mervyn. Do let Miss Kerr come."
"But, Bunny, dear," said Miss Kerr, "you







64 THE AYAH RETURNS TO INDIA.

would not like poor mama to have no one
to read to her, would you? It is so dull for
her all day on the sofa by herself. You
would not ask me to leave her, would you?"
"Oh! no, no, dear, darling mama, I will
not ask Miss Kerr to come, not for a minute!"
cried Bunny as, kneeling beside the sofa, she
threw her arms round her mother's neck and
kissed her vehemently. "I could not bear
to think of you being lonely, mamey dear.
But do let us stay here now, and go out in
the afternoon with Miss Kerr. Mervyn can't
bear Sophie."
"I am sorry for that, my little man," said
Mrs. Dashwood, drawing the boy towards
her; "Sophie is sharp and quick, but she is
very good-natured, I think, so I hope you
will try and like her."
Oh! yes, aunt," answered Mervyn, flush-
ing, "I only meant that I would rather have
my own dear nurse, and that I was very
sorry she had been sent away to India again."
"She was not sent away, dear," answered
Mrs. Dashwood; "she went by her own
wish. She was fond of you, Mervyn, but
she did not like to live in England, so she







BUNNY'S MEMORY. 65

hurried back to India as soon as she could.
It will be better for you to learn English
well, and try to pick up a little French from
Sophie, than to be always talking with an
Indian, my child. But the first thing you
have to do, Mervyn, is to get fat and rosy
like Bunny here. And you must grow tall,
dear boy, for you are very, very small for
your age; you must grow as fast as you can
or this little girl will soon be the tallest,"
and Mrs. Dashwood pinched her daughter's
plump cheek.
Oh! but mama, dear, he can't make him-
self grow," remarked Bunny, as she stood up
to measure herself with her cousin. "He
has not got a key to wind up the works of
himself, so he must just wait small till he
begins to grow big."
"You are sharp enough, Miss Pert," said
her mother, laughing. "I wish you would
learn to be more steady and to remember
what is said to you."
"Oh! I can remember," cried Bunny gaily;
"I've got a splendid memory, haven't I, Miss
Kerr?"
"Yes, I think you have, dear," said Miss
(17- E







GG OUT FOR A WALK.

Kerr gravely; "but I am afraid you do not
always remember at the right time. Eh!
Bunny?"
"No, I don't," said the little girl, hanging
her head; "I quite forgot when I got up and
went to feed Frisk. But I don't think God
minded that much; it was not much harm."
God is always displeased at disobedience,
Bunny," said Mrs. Dashwood very seriously.
" The first thing God expects of a little child
is that she should be obedient, and so my
Bunny must try and remember things that
she is not allowed to do, and then be very
careful not to do them."
"Yes, mama, I will try," said Bunny in a
subdued voice.
"That is right, dear, and I hope little
Mervyn will do the same."
Yes, aunt, I will indeed; papa told me
to be very good until he came home, and I
mean to be," he said, drawing himself up in
a determined manner.
Well, then, I am sure you will do Bunny
good and help her to remember. But
now run away like good children and tell
Sophie to take you out for a walk. It is a







LITTLE IHARUM-SCARUM. 67

lovely morning, and a run on the sands will
give you an appetite for your dinner."
"Very well, mama," cried Bunny gaily,
and away she darted out of the room singing
and shouting at the top of her voice.
"Good morning, aunt," said Mervyn gently,
and he followed his little cousin in a slow
dignified manner, turning quietly to shut the
drawing-room door behind him.
What a harum-scarum that Bunny is!"
said Mrs. Dashwood with a sigh. It is very
hard to make an impression on her."
"Yes, it is certainly, at least for more than
a few minutes at a time," answered Miss
Kerr; "she is always so ready to be good, no
matter what she has done, that it is not
easy to scold her much. But she is a good-
hearted child, and I am sure in a short time
you will see a great change in her."
"I hope so, indeed," said Mrs. Dashwood,
"for she is a constant worry at present and
extremely hard to manage."

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CHAPTER VI.

BUNNY FORGETS AGAIN.

""; UT of the gate and. down the road
went the two little cousins hand in
hand, whilst close behind them
walked Sophie, holding up a big
umbrella, and carrying a yellow-
covered novel under her arm.
On they went; the little ones laughing and
talking pleasantly together, until they came
to the entrance of the Spa, a gay promenade
which the fashionables of the place were in
the habit of frequenting in the morning to
inhale the sea breezes, listen to sweet music
and meet their friends.
Sophie liked the Spa, for there she saw
much to delight and amuse her, whilst on the
sands she always felt dull and weary.







70 TWO TEMPERS.
But Bunny's ideas and those of her maid
were not at all the same, for the little girl
loved the sands, and could spend hours there
digging and building castles of all shapes and
sizes. Every day there was an angry dispute
between the nurse and child as to where
they should spend their time between break-
fast and dinner; sometimes one came off vic-
torious and sometimes the other. This morn-
ing, as usual, Bunny was quite determined to
go on the sands, and Sophie was equally re-
solved to go down to the Spa.
"Mama said we were to go on the sands,
Sophie, and I hate that old Spa," cried Bunny,
making a rush towards the steps that led
down to the sands; "I've got my spade, and
so has Mervyn, and it's very unkind of you
not to come there when it looks so nice and
we both want to go."
"You'll just please to come where I tell
you, mademoiselle," said Sophie, making a
dive at the little girl, and dragging her
through the turnstile and on to the bridge
that led into the Cliff grounds.
"Don't you think you go to play any of
your bad tricks on me. It is enough difficult







SOPHIE HAS HER OWN WAY. 71

minding two of you in here without running
all over the sands for you."
"Never mind, Bunny," said Mervyn gently,
as they walked along together, "Miss Kerr
will come on the sands with us after dinner,
perhaps, and then we will have fine fun."
"Yes, indeed," answered the little girl with
a toss of her head, and speaking in a loud
voice so that the maid might hear her; "Miss
Kerr always does what I ask her to do, but
Sophie is a regular cross-patch."
"Sit down here, mademoiselle, and try to
behave like a lady," cried Sophie, as she
seated herself upon a bench at the top of the
cliff, overlooking the promenade and sea.
"Oh, I don't want to sit down, I want to
walk," cried Bunny tearfully; "why, we have
just come out."
"Of course you want to do exactly what
I tell you not to do," said Sophie angrily;
" sit down, both of you, when I tell you," and
she lifted first one and then the other, and
placed them very roughly upon the bench.
In a few minutes a friend of Sophie's
approached them, and after some pressing
she took a seat beside the maid, and the two








72 THE TRAIN ON THE HILL.
children were pushed away by themselves to
the other end of the bench.
"How long an age it is since I've seen you,
Kitty!" cried Sophie, smiling pleasantly upon
the new-comer.
"Yes, it is a long time," answered her
friend, "and I've lots of news for you. I've
heard of a place-but it might be dangerous
to say much just now," and she glanced at
the children.
"Oh, they will not pay attention," cried
Sophie, "but it's easy to get rid of them if
you like. Mees Bunny, you can run and play
up and down for a little with your cousin.
But do not go very far."
"That is nice!" exclaimed Bunny gaily;
"thank you, Sophie, very much," and jumping
off the seat, she took Mervyn by the hand and
dragged him away for a race down the hill.
"What is that, Bunny? What is that?"
cried Mervyn suddenly, and he pointed his
finger towards the far end of the Spa. It's
like a train, at least one carriage of a train,
and it's running so fast up the side of the
cliff, and, oh dear! I declare there is another
one just the same coming down past it."







A RUNAWAY JOURNEY. 73

"That is the lift, Mervyn; doesn't it look
very funny hanging all down like that? Do
you know, I went in it once with papa and it
was lovely. It went along so smooth and so
fast."
"I would like so much to go in it," said
Mervyn, "I wonder if uncle will take me
some day."
Yes, I am sure he will, and me too," cried
Bunny, skipping gaily along. "But I tell you
what, Mervyn, wouldn't it be fun to go off
now, all by ourselves."
"Now!" exclaimed Mervyn in surprise;
"and what would Sophie say?"
"Oh, she will never know," said Bunny.
"We'll go up in the lift and run down those
paths among the trees ever so fast, and get
back to her before she knows we have gone
away at all. She always has so much to say
to that friend of hers."
"Yes, but don't you have to pay to go up
in the lift?" asked Mervyn, "and I have no
money. Have you?"
Of course we must pay, but it's only a
penny each, I know," answered Bunny, "and
I have got twopence in my pocket that papa







74 MERVYN'S GOOD ADVICE.
gave me this morning. I was going to give
it to Miss Kerr, but I won't now."
To Miss Kerr! Why should you give her
your money?"
Oh, that's a secret of mine. But I don't
mind telling you, Mervyn, only you must not
tell anyone, will you now? Promise you
won't, like a good boy."
"I promise," answered Mervyn earnestly;
"I would not tell anyone for the world."
Well, one day Miss Kerr lent me three
pennies to give to a poor boy, and I said I
would pay her back very soon."
"Then I would not spend the pennies," said
Mervyn decidedly, "keep them, Bunny, and
give them to Miss Kerr when we go home."
"Oh, no; I would much rather go in the lift,"
cried Bunny. Miss Kerr won't mind, for
she said I need not be in a hurry to pay it."
Still I think it would be better," began
Mervyn solemnly, "to pay Miss-"
"Oh, bother! Never mind thinking, but
come along, or we will not have time to go
up in the lift before Sophie wants to go home
for her dinner."
"I should like to go up in it very much,"







YIELDING TO TEMPTATION. 75

said M1,:\ yn weakly, and casting longing
looks at the distant lift, "but, indeed,
Bunny-"
"Oh, you are silly!" cried the little girl.
"Come on quick or we sha'n't have time,"
and grasping his hand, she hurried him down
the steps, with just one backward glance to
make sure that Sophie was still safe upon
her bench. The maid's face was turned
away towards her friend, who seemed to be
telling a very interesting story; they were
both completely occupied and quite unaware
of what was going on about them.
"We shall have plenty of time!" said
Bunny growing bold at the sight of the back
of Sophie's head. So come along, Mervyn,
and see what the lift is like."
There was a great crowd of ladies and
gentlemen walking up and down the pro-
menade, and it took the children a long time
to make their way as far as the band-stand,
and even then they were at some distance
from the wonderful lift that had attracted
the little stranger so much.
As they hurried along, pushing their way
right and left through the people, the band







76 THE LIFT.

began to play the "Blue Danube Waltzes,"
and Mervyn stopped short in delight.
"Oh, what a lovely waltz!" he cried.
"Bunny dear, do let us stay here and listen
to it. I'd much rather hear the music than
go up in the lift, I would, indeed."
Oh! no, no," cried Bunny, "I'm tired of
that old band, it's a stupid old thing! We
can come and listen to it to-morrow if you
like; but do come on now, you can't think
how nice it is flying up the cliff in the lift;
besides, I am quite sure that we sha'n't get a
chance to go another day."
Oh, very well, if you want to go so much;
but really, Bunny, I would far rather stay
and hear the music," said Mervyn, "I would
indeed."
Bother the music! Do come, like a good
boy," cried the little girl impatiently, and
catching him by the hand she dragged him
away through the gate that led to the lift.
There was a great crowd of people of all
kinds waiting to go up in the lift, for it was
getting near luncheon hour at the hotels, and
many were anxious to be in good time for
that pleasant meal.







THEY GO UP, UP, UP, 77

Our little friends, Bunny and Mervyn,
were so small that they were a good deal
knocked about by the crowd, and the lift
went off several times before they managed
to push themselves anywhere near the front.
At last the conductor noticed the two mites,
and stepping forward in a kindly way, he
took them by the hand, helped them into
the carriage, and seating them side by side,
remarked with a smile:
"You're a funny pair to be sure! Where
is your nurse?"
She's on the Spa, at least on a bench
just at the top of the steps," said Bunny
gaily as she arranged her short skirts about
her on the seat. "My cousin is a stranger
here, so I have brought him to see what the
lift is like."
"Indeed!" said the man with a laugh.
"What a kind little lady you are to be sure;"
and then, as the carriage was full, he banged
the door and away they went.
"Isn't it nice, Mervyn? Aren't you glad
I brought you?" asked Bunny in a patroniz-
ing tone. "It is much nicer in here than
sitting up on that bench. Isn't it?"








78 THEY GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
"Yes, I suppose it is," answered Mervyn
doubtfully, "but oh, Bunny, I don't much
like it! I have a sort of feeling as if I were
in a ship, and it makes me giddy to look out
-indeed it does."
Don't look out then," said Bunny decis-
ively. "But really, Mervyn, I think it's
lovely-it's so-Oh, dear what is that?" she
cried in alarm, as with a harsh grating noise
the lift they were in, came to a sudden stand-
still, and the descending one shot quickly
past them.
"Something gone wrong, I expect," grum-
bled an old gentleman beside her; "ah, they
have to let us go down again! What an
awful nuisance!"
"Oh, please, sir, is there going to be an
accident?" cried Bunny in a voice of terror,
and growing very pale. My cousin is just
come from India, and I am sure he will be
frightened," and she put her little arm round
Mervyn as if to protect him from danger.
"No, no, there is not going to be any
accident, my little girl," answered the old
gentleman with a kind smile. "Don't be
afraid, we'll go up again in a minute; but I







LATE REPENTANCE. 79

must say the small cousin from India doesn't
look half so much frightened as you do,"
and he patted her on the back. "There,
now, off we go, you see, and we'll be at the
top in a minute."
Oh, I am so glad we are out of that hor-
rid thing! and, Bunny, I am sure we should
never have gone into it," cried Mervyn, as
they at last stepped out of the lift and ran
quickly along the cliff towards the entrance
to the Spa grounds. "Just think, there
might have been an accident and we might
have been killed! Oh, it would have been
so dreadful if such a thing had happened."
"Yes, it would," answered Bunny, "and
Sophie will be angry, for we have been away
such a long time. And oh, Mervyn, now I
remember, mama told me that I should never
leave my nurse when I was out with her,
and I quite forgot, and there, I have been
disobedient again! I am so sorry."
"Oh, Bunny, Bunny! why don't you try
and remember?" cried Mervyn reproachfully,
"and we promised aunt to be so good just
before we came out," and tears of sorrow
stood in the little boy's eyes.







80 IN DISGRACE AGAIN.

Never mind, Mervyn, dear," said Bunny
kissing him, "it was my fault. Don't cry
-you were not naughty at all. It was all
because I forgot again. Oh, dear, I am afraid
Miss Kerr will be angry with me. But come
along quick, there is Sophie. See, she is
looking about everywhere for us."
The two children trotted along at a brisk
pace down the steep winding path that led
through the pretty ornamental grounds with
which the cliff, overhanging the Spa, was taste-
fully laid out. The trees were high and shady,
so the little creatures were not visible from
below as they ran quickly on their way. But
soon they came to a part where there was
not even a bush to hide them from view,
and as Sophie walked up and down in de-
spair, her eyes wandering about wildly in
every direction, she suddenly caught sight of
Bunny's white hat and blue sash, and with a
shriek of rage, she bounded up the path, and
taking hold of them by the shoulders shook
them angrily as she cried in a hoarse voice:
"Ah, you wicked bad ones, I thought you
were lost! I thought the kidnappers had
taken you away for ever."







SOPHIE'S THREAT. 81
Oh, we are too big for that!" cried Bunny,
and you need not be in such a rage, Sophie,
we only went up in the lift, as Mervyn
wanted to see what it was like;" and she
walked past the maid with a scornful toss of
her little head.
"I am very sorry, Sophie, indeed I am,"
said Mervyn gently; "I did not know we
had so far to go. I am sorry you thought
we were lost."
"Ah! much I care whether you are sorry
or not," cried the angry maid. "It will be
like Mademoiselle Bunny's sorrow-it will
last one minute-and then off to some more
naughty things," and with a push and a slap
Sophie drove the two children on before her,
over the bridge and away home to Holly
Lodge.
"And now," she cried as they reached the
hall door, I will march you both up to Miss
Kerr, and see what she will do with you.
Some punishment should be given to you,
and I don't know what to do."
"Oh, very well!" said Bunny, "we'll go
and tell Miss Kerr ourselves. You need not
come with us, we don't want you at all Come
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82 BUNNY MEANS TO TELL HER OWN STORY.

along, Mervyn;" and taking the little boy by
the hand, she dragged him up the stairs after
her.













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CHAPTER VII.

IN MISS KERR'S ROOM.

T . HEN the two children reached
SMiss Kerr's bed-room, theyfound
~ the door shut, and feeling quite
"5': certain that she was there, they
S knocked gently, and then stood
very still upon the mat, expecting every
moment to hear her voice calling to them to
go in.
"Dear Miss Kerr," said Bunny at last, as,
growing impatient at the delay, she put her
little mouth to the key-hole and tried very
hard to make herself heard within the room,
"Mervyn and I want to tell you something,
so please, please, open the door and let us
in."
But to her surprise she received no an-
swer, and becoming more and more cross and







84 WAIiNG TO CONFESS.
impatient, she rattled the handle as noisily
as possible in order to attract Miss Kerr's
attention.
"I can't make out why she doesn't speak
to us," said Mervyn in a whisper. "I think
she must be asleep."
"Asleep!" exclaimed Bunny indignantly.
" She isn't a baby, and she isn't ill, so why
should she be asleep at this time of the
day?"
"Well, in India people sleep in the day
when they're not a bit ill, just because it's
hot--so why shouldn't they here?"
What a lot of sillies they must be in
India then!" cried Bunny contemptuously.
" Why, I have not been asleep in the day for
years-not since I was quite small," and she
rattled away more noisily than ever at the
door-handle.
"Miss Kerr is not there, children," said a
housemaid who passed along the passage at
that moment, she has been in the drawing-
room all the morning."
"Has she?" said Bunny, "oh, then, I tell
you what, Mervyn, we'll just go in and wait
for her. She will be sure to come up in a few







BAD LEADS TO WORSE. 85

minutes to wash her hands before dinner,
and then we'll tell her."
"Oh, but there is Sophie calling to us to
get ready ourselves. She will be awfully
angry if we don't go," said Mervyn. Listen
how she is screaming."
"Never mind her,the nasty, cross old thing!"
cried Bunny, opening the bed-room door.
"Come in, Mervyn, come in! There is Sophie
-do be quick, or she will catch us and drag
us off with her-and then she'll tell Miss
Kerr before we do. Come in, come in," and
once more she hurried her cousin along with
her, against his own will and inclination.
"But, Bunny, I do think we ought to go to
Sophie, I do indeed," said Mervyn; "listen,
she is asking the housemaid if she has seen
us anywhere. And oh, she is coming here to
look for us--she will be awfully cross! Do
let us go into the nursery quietly and take
off our things and get ready for dinner."
"Well, you are a silly, Mervyn! That
would spoil all the fun. But I know what
I'll do-I'll lock the door, and then Sophie
will not be able to get us. I can easily open
it for Miss Kerr when she comes up," cried







86 MERVYN REVOLTS.

Bunny; and before Mervyn could say a word
to prevent her, the little girl turned the key
in the lock, and, clapping her hands with de-
light, danced up and down the room singing
at the top of her voice:
"What a good plan! What a good plan!
And the dinner is in the frying pan!"

"Indeed, then I wish it was here," grum-
bled Mervyn; "I'm awfully hungry, and it
would be much better to go down to dinner
now, and tell Miss Kerr afterwards, or at
dinner-time, Bunny, indeed it would."
"Yes, and let Sophie hear her scolding us,"
cried the little girl. I uam hungry too, I can
tell you, Mervyn; but Miss Kerr won't be
long, I am sure. Hasn't she got a pretty
room? and doesn't the sea and the bridge
look nice from the window?"
"Well enough," answered Mervyn crossly,
as he rolled about in an arm-chair that stood
away in the furthest corner. "But oh, it is
silly to be sticking up here when the dinner
is ready down-stairs-oh, I smell it, and it
does smell nice! and I am so hungry, and it's
very stupid of you to keep me shut up here."







A QUARREL ALL ROUND. 87

"Well, I thought you were sorry and
wanted to tell Miss Kerr so," said Bunny
complacently, as she shook out her frock and
admired herself in the long glass. "It's very
greedy to talk so much about your dinner."
"Is it?" grumbled Mervyn. "Well, I
don't care! I'm sure you're just as bad twist-
ing about and looking at yourself in the
glass, for that's being vain, and I'd rather be
greedy than vain, so I would, Bunny."
"Would you? Oh, that's because you're
a boy. Boys are greedy, but it's vulgar to be
greedy-Sophie says it is, but it's different
to be vain, I-"
Mademoiselle Bunny, come out this min-
ute. Ah, what a little naughty one you
are! and that cousin of yours he is a wicked
bad boy--he leads you into the mischiefs
of all kinds. Come out, I say, the dinner is
ready and Miss Kerr is waiting for you;" and
Sophie rattled the handle and hammered at
the door till the whole passage was filled
with the noise and the other servants came
running from all parts of the house to see
what could be the matter.
"What is i ,.:>n, Sophie?" asked Miss







88 SOPIIE HAS THE FIRST WORD.

Kerr, as she too hurried upstairs wondering
what was going on in the corridor. "Why
are you making such a dreadful noise?"
Ah! ma foi! Noise, Miss Kerr! What can
I do but make a noise, when those two chil-
dren have locked themselves into your room,
and will not come out for their dinner. Is
it then a wonder that I make a noise?" and
she began once more to bang the door as if
she would like to break it in.
"That was Miss Kerr's voice, Bunny,"
whispered Mervyn; "do open the door and
let us go out to her now."
"Is it really? I only heard Sophie. Miss
Kerr," she called, "are you there?"
"Yes, Bunny, I am here. Come out, child;
come to your dinner. You must be starving,
both of you."
"Yes, we are," answered Bunny, "and we
will go out if you will send Sophie away.
Mervyn and I want to tell you something."
Ah! what a naughty child!" cried Sophie.
"Meess Kerr, they have both been so very
difficult, so wicked! They have run away,
they have gone in the lift, they have just
escaped being seized by kidnappers and--"







LOCKED IN. 89

"That's a great story, Sophie," cried
Bunny through the door, "for there was
not a single kidnapper near us; was there,
Mervyn?"
No, there wasn't," said Mervyn, not one,
Sophie, there wasn't really."
"Now!" shouted Bunny triumphantly,
"you see you are quite wrong, Sophie."
Open the door, Bunny, this minute," said
Miss Kerr decidedly, "I am surprised that
you should behave in such a naughty way,
just when I thought you were going to be a
good girl."
"I'll open it now, indeed I will," cried
Bunny, "and please, please don't be angry
with us. We are so sorry we ran away from
Sophie, indeed we are, and that is the reason
we came up here, just to tell you so."
All the time the child was talking she was
also working away at the key, trying her very
best to open the door. But no matter how
she turned or pulled it, round it would not
go, and at last, hot and tired with so many
violent efforts, she begged Mervyn to try if
he could make it turn.
"No, Bunny, I can't," said the boy sadly,







90 SHUT UP TO STARVE.

after working patiently at the key for some
time. "It's no use, I can't do it at all."
"Oh dear, oh dear!" cried Bunny in a
miserable voice, "what shall we do? Miss
Kerr, dear, we can't open the door, it's locked
quite fast."
"Take the key out of the lock and push
it under the door, and I will try and open it
from this side," said Miss Kerr; "it was
really very naughty of you to lock yourselves
up in such a way. But be quick and give
me the key."
After a good deal of pulling and tugging,
Bunny at last managed to get the key out of
the lock, and kneeling on the floor she tried
with all the strength of her tiny hands to
push it out under the door.
But the key was too large or the door
fitted too closely, and the little girl gave a
cry of alarm as she found that it was quite
impossible to get it out into the passage.
"Oh, Mervyn, dear, it won't go out! Oh!
Miss Kerr, what shall we do?" she cried,
bursting into tears; "if we can't open the
door what shall we do?"
"And I am so hungry," said Mervyn in a








A BUNCH OF KEYS. 91

.doleful tone. "How nasty it will be to be
stuck in here for ever! Oh, pray open the
door! Oh! pray open the door, Miss Kerr."
"Throw the key out of the window,
Bunny," said Miss Kerr, and I will go
round and pick it up, and let you out in a
minute."
"Oh! the window is shut. The window
is shut," cried the two children in despair,
and we cannot reach to open it. What shall
we do? What shall we do?"
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Miss Kerr,
"who can have shut the window?"
I am sorry to say I did, miss," said the
housemaid. "The wind was so strong upon the
window that was open, that I shut it, intending
to open the middle one, but I forgot all about
it when I was leaving the room."
"It is extremely awkward, and has helped
to give the poor children a great fright," said
Miss Kerr. Go and bring me the keys of all
the doors, Sarah, and I will try if any of them
will fit the lock. Don't be uneasy, Bunny;
don't cry, little Mervyn. We will get you
out some way or other, you may be quite
sure, so don't be afraid. I have sent for








92 A FAMOUS PLAN OF ESCAPE.

some keys to try if they will open the door,
so don't fret. Ah! here they are."
One after the other the keys were taken
and tried, but not one was of the slightest
use. One was too large, and another too
small, and Miss Kerr felt really grieved for
the poor little prisoners, whose sobs were
distinctly heard through the door.
"What can I do?" she said. It is really
very hard on them to be shut in there for
such a long, long time! And they are so
hungry too."
"Send for a man to pick the lock, miss,"
said Sarah. "Ashton will get some one from
one of the shops."
"But that will take such a time!" cried
Miss Kerr; "it is a long way to the town, and
the children want their dinner so badly. No,
I must think of some quicker plan than that.
Ah, now I know one!" she exclaimed with a
sudden smile; "it is a pity, but it can't be
helped! Bunny, dear, will you take the
poker, break a pane of glass with it, and
throw the key out upon the grass. Be very
careful not to cut your fingers."
"I'll do it!" cried Mervyn, jumping up








HOW TO BREAK A WINDOW. 93
out of the chair, where he had been rolling
about disconsolately. I'd just like to break
a window, and I'm taller than you, Bunny;
do let me, like a good girl."
"No, no; Miss Kerr told me to do it,"
cried Bunny, "and I should like to break a
pane too;" and seizing the poker she sent it
crash through the glass.
"Oh, what fun! What a rare smash!" ex-
claimed Mervyn in delight. "I will throw
the key out;" and he darted across the room,
picked up the key, and flung it with all his
strength at the window.
But he did not aim straight, and instead
of flying into the garden the key merely
shattered the glass a little more, and fell back
again on to the floor.
"You stupid boy! What a bad shot!"
cried Bunny, and taking it up between her
finger and thumb she stepped on a chair, and
dropped it down cleverly upon the grass, just
at Miss Kerr's feet.
"That is right," said the governess with a
smile, as she stooped to pick up the key;
" and now don't you think it would be a good
punishment for all your naughtiness to keep








94 OUT AT LAST.
you both locked up there for the rest of the
afternoon ?"
Oh, no, no, pray do not do that, Miss
Kerr, we are so sorry and so hungry!" and
the two little faces, as they were pressed
against the window, looked so utterly miser-
able and woebegone, that the kind-hearted
governess could not bear to carry out her
threat of punishment, but hurried away as
fast as possible to let the poor children out.
When the door was at last opened and
they were told to come forth, Mervyn hung
back and did not dare to raise his eyes to
Miss Kerr's face. Bunny, on the contrary,
greeted her with a cry of joy, and springing
into her arms, kissed her heartily over and
over again.
"I'm so glad to get out! I'm so glad to
get out! Oh, I was afraid we should have to
stay in here all day by ourselves."
Well, I hope this will be a lesson to you
never to shut yourself into a room again,
Bunny," said Miss Kerr severely. "It was
a very foolish thing to do, and I cannot
say that I am very sorry that you got a
little fright, for I really think you deserved







TWO KINDS OF SORROW. 95

to suffer something for your naughtiness.
But tell me, little man," she said to Mervyn,
"are you not glad to get out too? You don't
look so cheerful over it as Bunny does."
"I am very glad to get out. But I-I-
wanted to tell you," he said with much diffi-
culty, and clasping his little hands tightly
together. "I want-to tell you-that I am
very sorry I was disobedient and ran away
from Sophie."
"I am glad to hear you say you are sorry,
dear," answered Miss Kerr. "I am sure you
mean it Mervyn, and that I may trust you
not to be disobedient again."
"Yes, you may trust me, indeed you may,"
the boy cried with a bright smile, "I will
really try to be good, and make Bunny re-
member if I can."
"Naughty little Bun! Why do you al-
ways forget as you do?" said Miss Kerr
gently. "I did think you were going to be
good to-day, and just see how you have dis-
appointed me!"
I'm very sorry," murmured Bunny, hang-
ing her head. "I did want to be good, and I
promise you I won't be naughty again. I'll







96 MERVYN ASKS FORGIVENESS.

always stay as close up to Sophie as ever I
can when we go out, I will indeed."
"Very well, then, I will not say any more
about the matter. Run away now, like good
children, and get ready for dinner. And
Bunny, dear, if Sophie is a little cross, be
gentle and polite with her, for you have tor-
mented and tried her temper very much, you
know."
Oh, I will be ever so nice and kind to
her, dear, dear Miss Kerr," cried Bunny as
she gave the governess a bear-like hug and
another loving kiss. "I'll be awfully polite;"
and laughing merrily she jumped off her
perch on Miss Kerr's knee, and ran down the
passage to the nursery, waving her hat and
singing at the top of her voice.
"Poor little giddy-pate!" said Miss Kerr
with a sigh. "I wonder how long she will
keep all those splendid promises. But why
don't you go off and get ready for dinner too,
Mervyn?" she asked in surprise as she saw the
little boy lingering at the door in a shy
uncertain manner. "Run along, dear, at
once.
Will you-give me a kiss?" said Mervyn







SUNSHINE AFTER CLOUDS. 97

with a deep blush. I want to know that you
have really forgiven me."
Of course I have, dear boy," answered
Miss Kerr, and she put her arm round him
and kissed him affectionately. "I have
quite forgiven you, Mervyn, and I feel sure
that you are going to be a very good boy."
I am going to try very hard to be good,"
replied the boy solemnly, and as Bunny is
so small perhaps I may make her do the
same."
"Very likely, Mervyn, dear, for good ex-
ample is sure to have a strong effect upon
little Bunny, who is more thoughtless than
really naughty. But run off now, dear,
and get your hands washed as quickly as
possible. The dinner will not be fit to eat
if we keep it waiting any longer."
That is true," said Mervyn with a bright
happy smile. We have kept it waiting a
dreadfully long time, and we are all just
dying with hunger, I'm sure;" and he too
went off singing to the nursery.



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