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 am the happiest girl in the world ! That is quite a different strain from yesterday . We leave Fir Cottage in an hour , but that does n't matter now . I did not sleep a wink last night and crawled miserably down to breakfast . Aunt took not the slightest notice of me , but to my surprise she told Mrs. Saxby that she intended taking a farewell walk to the shore . I knew I would be taken , too , to be kept out of mischief , and my heart gave a great bound of hope . Perhaps I would have a chance to send word to Francis , since Aunt did not know of the part my spyglass had played in my bad behaviour . I meekly followed my grim guardians to the shore and sat dejectedly on my rug while they paced the sand . Francis was on the rocks .
As soon as XXXXX Martha and Mrs. Saxby were at a safe distance , I began my message : `` All discovered .
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