My dress was draggled , my hat had slipped back , and the kinks and curls of my obstreperous hair were something awful . I know I looked very disreputable and also , no doubt , very guilty and conscience-stricken . Aunt gave me an unutterable look and then followed me up to my room in grim silence . `` Marguer_ite , what does this mean ? '' I have lots of faults , but untruthfulness is n't one of them . I confessed everything -- at least , almost everything . I did n't tell about the telescopes and deaf-mute alphabet , and Aunt was too horror-stricken to think of asking how I first made Mr. Shelmardine 's acquaintance . She listened in stony silence . I had expected a terrible scolding , but I suppose my crimes simply seemed to her too enormous for words . When I had sobbed out my last word she rose , swept me one glance of withering contempt , and left the room . Presently Mrs. Saxby came up , looking concerned . `` My dear child , what have you been doing ? Your aunt says that we are to go home on the afternoon train tomorrow . She is terribly upset . '' I just curled up on the bed and cried , while Mrs. Saxby packed my trunk . I will have no chance to explain matters to Mr. Shelmardine . And I will never see him again , for Aunt is quite capable of whisking me off to Africa . He will just think me a feather-brained flirt . Oh , I am so unhappy ! July Twenty-sixth .
I XXXXX the happiest girl in the world !
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