Charlotte sat opposite to him, curled up on a footstool. He was not
always very civil to Charlotte; she sometimes came into collision with
him, for she, too, was a pet, and had a will of her own, and at other
times she could bore him; but just now they had a common interest, and
he was gracious.

'It is striking six, so they must soon be here. I wish mamma would let
me go down; but I must wait till after dinner.'

'Then, Charlotte, as soon as you come in, hold up your hands, and
exclaim, "What a guy!" There will be a compliment!'

'No, Charlie; I promised mamma and Laura that you should get me into no
more scrapes.'

'Did you? The next promise you make had better depend upon yourself
alone.'

'But Amy said I must be quiet, because poor Sir Guy will be too
sorrowful to like a racket; and when Amy tells me to be quiet, I know
that I must, indeed.'

'Most true,' said Charles, laughing.

'Do you think you shall like Sir Guy?'

'I shall be able to determine,' said Charles, sententiously, 'when I
have seen whether he brushes his hair to the right or left.'

'Philip brushes his to the left.'