All at once I heard a clear voice call, "Miss Jane! where are you? Come to lunch!"

     It was Bessie, I knew well enough; but I did not stir; her light step came tripping down the path.

     "You naughty little thing!" she said. "Why don't you come when you are called?"

     Bessie's presence, compared with the thoughts over which I had been brooding, seemed cheerful; even though, as usual, she was somewhat cross. The fact is, after my conflict with and victory over Mrs. Reed, I was not disposed to care much for the nursemaid's transitory anger; and I was disposed to bask in her youthful lightness of heart. I just put my two arms round her and said, "Come, Bessie! don't scold."

     The action was more frank and fearless than any I was habituated to indulge in: somehow it pleased her.

     "You are a strange child, Miss Jane," she said, as she looked down at me; "a little roving, solitary thing: and you are going to school, I suppose?"