"I thought it was a crazy bull
Firing a blunderbuss;
I looked again, and, lo, it was
A water polypus.
'Oh, guard my life,' I said, 'for she
Will make an awful fuss.'"


"Ah! do you remember that?" cried Mysie. "I have so often tried to
recollect what it really was when she looked again. Captain Grantley
made it, you know, when we were trying to comfort Betty."

"I remember you and Lady Phyllis said you would go and confess to
Mrs. Bernard and take all the blame, and Lord Rotherwood said he
would escort you!"

"Yes, and Betty said it was no good, for if her mother forgave her
ten times over, still that spiteful French maid would put her to bed
and say she had no robe convenable," went on Mysie. "But then you
took her to your own room, and washed her and mended her, so that she
came out all right at luncheon, and nobody knew anything, but she
thought that horrid woman guessed and tweaked her hair all the harder
for it."

"Poor child, she looked as if she were under a tyranny."

"Have you seen her since?"