“They are talking about me; oh, if they tell mamma, Oh! “I tickled you a little when I put your light out,” said she, “be quiet.” I felt stupefied, and suppose the affair must have passed away from my mind for a time, but I told my cousin Fred about it afterward. Xxnx “They are talking about me; oh, if they tell mamma, Oh! “They are talking about me; oh, if they tell mamma, Oh! I had a dread of meeting the governess at breakfast, watched her and saw her laugh at her sister, I watched my mother for some days after, and at length said to the governess, who had punished me for something, “Don’t tell mamma.” “I have nothing to tell about, Walter,” she replied, “and don’t know what you mean.” I began to tell her what was on my mind. They are a
