Resulting in a Betrothal and a Tempest

At the breakfast table next morning Julia's pale face was noticed and
commented upon.

"She had a violent toothache last night, which kept her awake," said
Fanny.

"Now I think of it," said Mr. Middleton, "I wonder, Tempest, how you can
have the toothache, for you are always bragging about your handsome,
healthy teeth, and say you hain't a rotten fang in your head."

Julia colored, for what her father said was true, neither did she remember
of ever having had the toothache in her life; but quickly recovering
herself, she said, "Neither have I a decayed tooth. It was more of a
faceache, I suppose, than the genuine toothache."

"Probably you have taken some cold," said Mr. Wilmot.

"I think quite likely I have," retorted Julia, and so the toothache matter
was dismissed for the time. Mr. Miller, however, thought he could see in
it a plan of Julia's to avoid going to school that day and when he heard
Mrs. Middleton say, "Julia, as it is so cold and chilly, perhaps you had
better not go out," he was rather surprised to hear her reply, "Oh, no,
mother; Mr. Miller is going with us and I would not miss of being there
for anything."

So the party proceeded together to the schoolhouse. When school commenced
Julia took her books and going up to Mr. Wilmot, said, loudly enough for
Mr. Miller to hear: "Mr. Wilmot, do you know that you gave me a very hard
lesson for today?"