Turner and all the set I most
dislike, done perhaps an infinity of mischief, and all because Kate
wanted to go out on a party of pleasure with that foolish Willie.
Oh! Anne, I wish you would beat me.'
'Would that be any comfort to you?' said Anne, smiling.
'Yes,' said Elizabeth; 'I should feel as if I was suffering a little
for my madness. Oh! how I hope Papa will speak to me about it. If
he does not, I shall see his displeasure in his eyes, and oh! I could
bear anything better than the silent stern way in which he used to
look at me, once before, when I had behaved very ill. And then, to-
morrow is Sunday, and I shall scarcely see him all day, and he will
have no time to speak to me; and how can I get through a Sunday,
feeling that he is angry with me? how shall I teach the children, or
do anything as usual? Anne, what do you think was the first sound in
my ears when I awoke this morning, and has been returning upon me all
day?--the words, "It was a tree to be desired to make one wise."'
'Little wisdom we have gained from it,' said Anne.
'Eve's wisdom,' said Elizabeth, 'the knowledge of evil, and the
wisdom of vanity and vexation of spirit.
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