"Do what, miss?" said Dally Watlock. "That! There, you did it again." "La, miss; I on'y thought my face might be a bit smudgy, and I wiped it." "Don't tell me a falsehood, Dally. I know what it means. You felt guilty, and your face burned." "La, miss; I don't know what you mean." "Then I'll tell you, Dally. You are growing too light and free, and your conduct is far from becoming, or what it should be for a maid-servant at the Rectory. If girls are so foolish they must not be surprised at young men-gentlemen-taking such liberties. Now go. And mind this: if it ever occurs again, I shall acquaint my brother."