The situation seemed no brighter or cheerier the next morning; there was no one to give her a smile, a kiss, or so much as a pleasant word; breakfast was no improvement upon last night’s supper; Mrs. Manton scolded all through the meal—­at her husband, daughters, pupils, servants; the professor bore it meekly as regarded her, was captious and irritable toward every one else; Miss Diana looked glum, Miss Emily timid and ashamed.

The morning service in the schoolroom, that followed the meal, was very like a repetition of that of the previous evening, and Lulu withdrew from the room after it was over, feeling less respect and liking than ever for the principal of the institution.

To her great joy the Viamede carriage drove up a full half-hour earlier than usual; Grace alighted from it with the others, and running to her said, “O Lulu, I’m so glad to see you!  And I may stay till school-time; mamma told me so.  Grandma Elsie told Uncle Ben to bring us early, and wait here for me till you go into school.”

“It’s very kind in them,” returned Lulu, hugging and kissing her little sister.  “And I’m ever so delighted to see you all,” she added to the others who had gathered round her.

“And we to see you,” Evelyn said, embracing her.

“What kind of a time have you had?” asked Rosie and Max in a breath.

“About such as I anticipated,” answered Lulu, nonchalantly.  “Of course it’s not like home; but I didn’t expect that.”

She afterward, under a promise of secrecy, let Evelyn more into her confidence; described her bed, the meals, telling that she had learned from one of the older boarders that those she had partaken of were of average quality; and the unpleasant manners of Professor Manton, his wife, and Miss Diana.

“O Lu, it is quite too bad that you should be exposed to such things!” said Evelyn.  “Do give up to Grandpa Dinsmore and go home with us to-night!”

Lulu shook her head decidedly.

“Well then, at least let me tell your mamma, or Grandma Elsie about the hard bed, and they will surely see that a better one is provided for you.”

But Lulu negatived that also.  “I can stand it,” she said, “and I wouldn’t for a great deal let Grandpa Dinsmore know what a hard time I am having.  He would triumph over me, and say it was just what I deserved.”

So no complaint was made, and Evelyn was the only person at Viamede who had any idea of the many discomforts Lulu was enduring for self-will’s sake.

Sunday morning came and Lulu made herself ready for church, all the time fearing that she would have to go with the Mantons and sit with them and their other boarding-scholars.

Great, then, was her joy on seeing Max drive up in a light two-seated carriage, Violet and Grace on the back seat, a vacant space on the front beside the young charioteer.

“Oh, they’ve come for me!” cried Lulu, half aloud, glancing from the window of her room.  “How nice is Mamma Vi to do it!” and she flew down to the front door to greet them.