Mrs. Huntington continued to frown at the small culprit. "You may eat your breakfast," said she, sternly. "Come to me afterwards in my room." There was to be no more bathing in the fountain--even in a bathing suit. Jeanne learned that she had been a _very_ wicked child and that it wouldn't have happened if her father hadn't been "a common fishman." "I am thankful," concluded Aunt Agatha, "that your cousins are out of town. _They_ wouldn't _think_ of doing anything so unladylike." After that, Jeanne's liveliest adventures were those that she found in books. Fortunately, she loved to read. That helped a great deal. She was really rather glad when the dull vacation was over and, oh, so delighted to see Lizzie and Susie! All that first week she couldn't _help_ whispering to them in school, even if the new teacher did give her bad marks and move her to the very front seat. "I'd go home with you if I _could_," said Jeanne, declining one of Susie's numerous invitations, "but I have to go straight home from school, always." "You went into Lydia Coleman's house, yesterday," objected jealous Susie. "Only to get a book for my cousin. Besides, that's right on my way home." "Maybe if _you_ lived on the Avenue, Susie," sneered Lizzie, who understood Mrs. Huntington's snobbishness only too well, "she'd be allowed to go with you." "Hurry up and move," said Jeanne. "I'd _love_ your house, Susie. I know it's a home-y house. I liked your mother when she came to the school exercises and I'm sure I'd like any house she lived in. But you see, I do so many bad things without knowing that I'm being bad, that it never would do for me to be _really_ bad. Besides I promised my father I'd mind Aunt Agatha, so of course I have to. I'd love to go home with _both_ of you." Next to her grandfather, Jeanne's pleasantest companion out of school was the small brown maid in the big mirror set in her closet door. There were mirrors like that in all the Huntington bedrooms, so it sometimes looked as if there were two Claras and two Pearls and two Aunt Agathas, which made it worse if either of the girls were snippish, or if Aunt Agatha happened to be thinking of the fountain. Apparently, Mrs. Huntington would _never_ forget that, Jeanne thought. But to Jeanne's mind, the girl she saw in her own mirror had a _nice_ face, even if it was rather brown. She liked the other child's big, dark eyes; now serious, now sparkling under very neat, slender eyebrows, with some new, entertaining thought. The mirror-girl's mouth was just a bit large, perhaps, with red lips, full of queer little wiggly curves that came and went, according to her mood. Her nose, rather a small affair, at best, did it turn up or didn't it? One couldn't be quite sure. Lizzie's turned up, Ikey Goldberg's turned down; but this nose seemed to do both. For that reason, it seemed a most interesting nose, even if there were no freckles on it.