Her look was
steady and her lips compressed into accord with the firm little
chin.
Mrs. Baron's ideas of decorum soon brought temporary relief. She
also saw that her nephew was becoming too excited to make a good
impression, so she said, "Louise, you may now retire, and I trust
that you will waken tomorrow to the truth that your natural
guardians can best direct your thoughts and actions."
Whately was about to rise in order to bid an affectionate good-
night, but the girl almost fled from the room. In the hall she met
Chunk, who whispered, "Linkum man gittin' peart, Miss Lou."
"She'll be over her tantrum by morning," said Mr. Baron in an
apologetic tone. "Perhaps we'll have to humor her more in little
things."
"That's just where the trouble lies, uncle. You and aunt have tried
to make her feel and act as if as old as yourselves. She's no longer
a child; neither is she exactly a woman. All young creatures at her
age are skittish. Bless you, she wouldn't be a Baron if she hadn't
lots of red, warm blood.
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