Bertram looked
displeased.
"In my days, children never thought of arguing with their elders. I
think your aunt and I are as capable of taking care of Roy as you are.
Now leave the room, and do not refer to the matter again."
Then Dudley astonished his grandmother by the first exhibition of
temper that he had ever displayed before her.
"I _won't_ be separated from Roy. If you send me to school, I shall run
away, and I shall write and tell father the reason!"
A stamp of the foot emphasized this passionate speech, and then Dudley
fled from the room, banging the door violently behind him.
As on a former occasion he now took himself and his grief to old
Principle. It was early-closing day in the village, and he found the old
man just locking up his door prepared for a ramble.
"Come along up to the hills with me, laddie," he said, after hearing the
trouble; "there's nothing like fresh air for blowing away a fit of the
dumps. I am going to the cave again--will you come with me?"
"Yes, I will. I've been in an awful temper in granny's room, and banged
her door. I don't think she'll ever forgive me!"
"'Tis like this, Master Dudley," said old Principle, presently, as they
walked over the hills together; "if it's right for you to go, there's
nothing to be said, and you must fall in with it whether you like it or
no.
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