For everything from first to last had gone wrong with poor Flossie that morning. In the first place, she had been intensely disappointed at being left at home that Sarah might go in the carriage with Mrs. Stubbs. Flossie was particularly fond of going out with her mother in the carriage, and was also very fond of shopping. It was, therefore, quite in vain that Miss Clark tried to make her understand that Sarah had not been taken for favouritism, but simply in order that her aunt might buy her the clothes necessary for their trip to Brighton. Flossie thought and said it was a horrid shame, and vowed vengeance on the unfortunate and inoffensive, though offending, Sarah in consequence. "Nasty little mean white-faced thing!" she exclaimed. "I suppose I shall always be shoved into the background now, just that she may be coddled up and made to think herself better than anybody else. Princess Sarah! Yes, that’s to be the new idea. We’re all to be put on one side for Princess Sarah." "Flossie," said Miss Clark, very severely, "you ought to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself. To be jealous of a poor little girl who has no father or mother, who has come among strangers at nine years old, and is fretting her poor little heart out for the sake of the father who loved her better than any one in all the world; to be jealous of her being taken out once when you know it is only on business they have gone--oh! for shame, Flossie! for shame!" "Oh, well, she needn’t fret after her pa so much," Flossie retorted, not taking Miss Clark’s remarks to heart at all. "He didn’t do so much for her. He wasn’t a gentleman like Pa. If he had been, he’d have left her some money of her own." Miss Clark’s whole soul rose up in absolute loathing within her. "You vulgar, vulgar child!" she thought. Aloud she said, "Flossie, my dear, a _lady_ would not say such a thing as that. Your mother would be very, _very_ angry if she heard it. Come, it is useless to stay grumbling and sulking here; you will have to accept the situation. Mrs. Stubbs is your mother, and the mistress of this house and family. She does not ask your leave whether she shall take you out with her or not. She would be a very bad mother to you if she did, instead of being, as she is now, a very good one. Let me hear not another word, but put your things on to go out with me." "Is Tom going?" Flossie inquired, not daring to refuse, though she would dearly have liked to do so. "No. Tom and Johnnie are going out with Charles." "And I have to just go out with you and three stupid girls?" "With your three sisters, certainly." "It’s a beastly shame," Flossie burst out. "Not another word," said the governess sharply. "Go and get ready at once."