"I am quite cross now," said Cordelia, fearing her confession might bemisconstrued as a repentance. "I always have enemies that I am hating quitehard. I shall be thinking Indian thoughts about them while I lie inbed."

"I hope the cross thoughts will leave you if you lie in bed, where youcan be alone, and try to drive them out. I will send your dinner to thedormitory," exclaimed the green mother.