"You are _very_ unkind," said Hetty; "as if I could help his coming in
the night-time!"

"And I suppose you could not help letting him into the house and taking
him into your bed?" said Lucy scornfully.

"No, I couldn't," said Hetty. "And you can go and tell Mr. Enderby as
soon as you please."

At this Lucy flounced out of the room quite determined to complain of
the enormity of Hetty's conduct.

When the little girl appeared in the school-room with Scamp following at
her heels she was not in the best of tempers, and held her chin very
high in the air. Miss Davis met her with a stern face.

"Hetty, what is this I hear of you? How could you dare to bring a
strange dog into the house in the middle of the night?"

"It wasn't a strange dog; it was Scamp," said Hetty, putting on her most
defiant air. "I don't think it was any harm to let him in."

"Not, though I tell you it was?" said Miss Davis.

"No," said Hetty.

"Then I must ask Mrs. Enderby to talk to you," said Miss Davis.
"Meantime the dog cannot stay here while we are at breakfast."