It is almost impossible to give an adequate description of the scene which followed. Flossie shrieked and screamed as if she was being murdered by a slow process; Tom vowed and protested that it was not his fault; Janey had pushed him over against Flossie; Janey appealed to Miss Clark to remember that at the very moment she was handing her cup in the opposite direction; and Miss Clark began to wring her hands and exclaim that she would ask to have Tom sent back to school again, for stand his cruel and unbrotherly behaviour she neither could nor would. And in the midst of it all, young Johnnie seized the opportunity of helping Minnie freely to jam and eating off her plate, as if he were eating for a wager. Sarah sat looking, as she was, scared; and May calmly surveyed the scene of uproar with disdainful face. "Disgusting boy!" she said to the still protesting Tom. "You get more vulgar every day. Don’t take any notice, Sarah; you will get used to it by-and-by." Eventually Miss Clark began to cry weakly. "It’s too much for me; how am I to bear four weeks more of this dreadful boy?" she sobbed. "Do like me, take no notice," suggested May. "But I _must_ take notice," Miss Clark cried desperately. "My only comfort is that you do sit still, May dear. As for Sarah, she is a good girl, a pattern to you," with a withering glance at Tom. "I feel sure Sarah has never seen such a disgraceful scene before; have you, Sarah?" "No," whispered Sarah, wishing fervently that Miss Clark had been pleased to leave her out of the discussion. "I thought so. I knew Sarah’s manners were far too good for her to have been brought up among this sort of thing. Sarah is like a young princess." By this time the tumult had subsided a little. Flossie had recovered from her fright, and was consoling herself with buttered scones and honey, looking darkly at Tom the while, just by way of reminding him that she had not by any means forgotten. But Tom was unconscious of her wrath--a fresh idea had presented itself to his volatile mind, and for the moment he had utterly forgotten not only Flossie’s wrath, but also that other probable wrath to come. "Princess Sarah!" he shouted, pointing at his cousin. "Her Royal Highness Princess Sarah--of Nowhere. Princess Sarah!" "Princess Sarah!" cried Johnnie, taking up the taunt, and waving his bread-and-butter like a flag. "Three cheers for Princess Sarah!" CHAPTER VI THE AMIABLE FLOSSIE Miss Clark did not tell that time. It was not Flossie, but May, who poured oil on the troubled waters.