And she rang the bell.

“Tell Thomas to come and fetch this dog away to the stable-yard,” she said to the maid who answered the bell.

“Scamp always stayed in the room with me at Amber Hill,” said Hetty, two red spots burning in her cheeks.

“You must learn to remember that you are no longer at Amber Hill,” said Miss Davis.

Phyllis and Nell now came into the school-room and looked greatly surprised at sight of the dog, Hetty’s angry face, and Miss Davis’s looks of high displeasure.  They took their places in silence at the breakfast table.

“I am not likely to forget it,” retorted Hetty bitterly.  “At Amber Hill everybody was kind to me.  Nobody is kind here.”

“You are a most ungrateful girl,” said Miss Davis.  “What would have become of you if Mr. and Mrs. Enderby had not been kind?”

At this moment Thomas entered.

“Take away that dog to the stable-yard,” said Miss Davis.

Hetty threw her arms round Scamp’s neck and clung to him.

“You shall not turn him out,” she cried.  “He came and found me, and I will not give him up.”

“Do as I have told you, Thomas,” said Miss Davis; and Thomas seized Scamp in spite of Hetty’s struggles, and carried him off, howling dismally.

“Now, you naughty girl, you may go back to your own room, and stay there till you are ready to apologize to me for your conduct,” said Miss Davis.

“Oh, please don’t send Hetty away without her breakfast,” pleaded Nell.

“I will go.  I will not stay here.  I will run away!” cried Hetty wildly.

“Let her go, Nell,” said Phyllis, giving her sister a warning look; and Miss Davis said: 

“When she is hungry she can apologize for her conduct.  In the meantime she had better go away and be left alone till she recovers her senses.”

Hetty fled out of the room and away to her own little chamber, where she locked herself in and flung herself in a passion of rage and grief on the floor.

“I will go away,” she sobbed.  “I will run away with Scamp and seek my fortune.  Miss Davis is going to be as bad as Grant, reminding me that I am a charity child.  Oh, why was I not born like Phyllis and Nell, with people to love me and a home to belong to?  It is easy for them to be good.  But I shall never be good.  I know, I know I never shall!”

After half an hour had passed a knock came to the door, and Lucy demanded to be admitted.

“Go away, you cruel creature!” cried Hetty.  “I will not have you here.”

Lucy went away, and after some time Hetty heard Mrs. Enderby’s voice at the door.

“I hope you will not refuse to let me in,” she said.  “I request that you will open the door.”

Hetty rose from the floor very unwillingly and opened the door, and Mrs. Enderby came in.

“Hetty, what is the meaning of this strange conduct?” she said, looking at the marks of wild weeping on the child’s swollen face.