"No; but what do you suppose papa would say to this morning's behavior?"
"Suppose you write and tell him all about it, and see what he says," she
returned scornfully.
"You know I would not do such a thing," said Max; "but I should think you
would feel bound to do it."
"I intend to some day," she answered, almost humbly; "but I don't think I
need just now; 'tisn't likely he'd get the story anyhow for weeks or
months."
"Well, you'll do your own way, of course, but if it was my case I'd
rather confess, and have it off my mind."
So saying, Max turned and walked toward the house, Lulu slowing
following.
Though determined not to show it, she quite dreaded meeting any one
belonging to the family; but she was already too thoroughly chilled to
think of staying out another moment. Besides, the more she reflected upon
the matter, the more plainly she saw that her misconduct could not be
hidden from the family; they would notice that she did not go into the
schoolroom as usual; they would see by Mr. Dinsmore's manner toward her
that she was in disgrace with him, and would know it was not without
cause; therefore to remain longer out in the cold was only delaying for a
very little while the ordeal which she must face sooner or later.
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