"Oh, I hope not, Hannah!" I said. "That would be a terribly uninteresting way of explaining why father stares at me. I am sure I haven't," I continued, rubbing my hands over my face, which felt quite smooth. "Then I don't see why he do it," said Hannah, "for you ain't anything to look at." "I know that," I replied humbly; "but that makes it all the more wonderful, for he does stare." "Then I can't tell you why; but it's no proof that he's ill, for his appetite's that hearty. I've ordered half a pound more rump-steak than usual for his supper to-night. I'm sure I'm pleased he can eat it. As to you children, you must do with a mutton bone and potatoes, for more you won't get." "Very well, Hannah," I said, and I sadly left the kitchen. I traversed the dark passages outside, and found the long flight of stairs which led up to the ground-floor; and then I went into the big, big parlour, and sat close to the fire, and thought and thought. It was dull at home--yes, it was dull. It would be nearly two hours before the boys came home and before father returned. I had finished all my lessons, and had no new story-book to read. The cracked piano was not particularly pleasant to play on, and I was not particularly musical. I could scarcely see through the fog, and it was too early to light the gas, but I made up my mind that if the fog did not lighten a bit in the next half-hour I would put the gas on and get the story-book which I had read least often and begin it over again. Oh dear! I did wish there was some sort of mystery or some sort of adventure about to happen. Even if Mr Von Marlo came in it would be better than nothing, but I dared not ask him, although I wanted to. I had been to tea with Agnes and Rita Swan, but it had been quite a dull affair, and I had not found on closer acquaintance that those girls were specially attractive to me. They were silly sort of girls; quite amiable, I am sure, but it seemed such utter nonsense that they at their age should talk about boys, and be so interested in a boys' school, and so anxious to get me to bring Alex and Charley, and even poor, ugly Squibs and Mr Von Marlo, to tea. I said that I could not possibly do it, and then they took offence and became suddenly cool, and my visit to them ended in a decided huff. The last two or three days at school they had scarcely noticed me, and I had become friends instead with Augusta Moore, who was more to my taste, although she was a very plain girl and lived in a very plain way.