Woodbourne, giving her the paper, and walking away to his study
as soon as he came to the bottom of the stairs.
As soon as Mrs. Hazleby found herself in the drawing-room she called
upon her eldest daughter to explain to her the meaning of what she
saw in the newspaper.
'Why, Mamma,' Harriet began, 'you know Miss Merton and Lizzie
Woodbourne care for nothing but history and all that stuff, and do
not mind what they do, as long as they can talk, talk, talk of
nothing else all day long. So they were at it the day you dined out,
and they had some question or other, whether King Arthur's Round
Table were knights or not, till at last Kate said something about the
Institute, and they were all set upon going, though Helen told them
they had better not, so out we went, we walked all together to Mrs.
Turner's, and she took them. I suppose Fido must have fallen into
the river while they were at the Institute.'
'Poor dear little fellow, I dare say that was the way he was lost,'
said Mrs. Hazleby; 'when once young people take that kind of nonsense
into their head, there is an end of anything else.
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