channels.
"We got very
satisfactory references about you from
Canon Teep," she observed; "a very estimable man, I
should think."
"Drinks like a fish and beats his wife,
otherwise a
very
lovable character," said the
governessimperturbably.
"MY DEAR Miss Hope! I trust you are exaggerating,"
exclaimed the Quabarls in unison.
"One must in justice admit that there is some
provocation," continued the romancer. "Mrs. Teep is
quite the most irritating bridge-player that I have ever
sat down with; her leads and declarations would condone a
certain
amount of brutality in her
partner, but to souse
her with the
contents of the only soda-water syphon in
the house on a Sunday afternoon, when one couldn't get
another, argues an
indifference to the comfort of others
which I cannot
altogetheroverlook. You may think me
hasty in my judgments, but it was practically on account
of the syphon
incident that I left."
"We will talk of this some other time," said Mrs.
Quabarl hastily.
"I shall never
allude to it again," said the
governess with decision.
Mr. Quabarl made a
welcomediversion by asking what
studies the new instructress proposed to
inaugurate on
the morrow.
"History to begin with," she informed him.
"Ah, history," he observed sagely; "now in teaching
them history you must take care to interest them in what
they learn. You must make them feel that they are being
introduced to the life-stories of men and women who
really lived - "
"I've told her all that," interposed Mrs. Quabarl.
"I teach history on the Schartz-Metterklume method,"
said the
governess loftily.
"Ah, yes," said her listeners, thinking it expedient
to assume an
acquaintance at least with the name.
* * * *
"What are you children doing out here?" demanded
Mrs. Quabarl the next morning, on
finding Irene sitting
rather glumly at the head of the stairs, while her sister
was perched in an attitude of
depresseddiscomfort on the
window-seat behind her, with a wolf-skin rug almost
covering her.
"We are having a history lesson," came the
unexpected reply. "I am
supposed to be Rome, and Viola
up there is the she-wolf; not a real wolf, but the figure
of one that the Romans used to set store by - I forget
why. Claude and Wilfrid have gone to fetch the
shabbywomen."
"The
shabby women?"
"Yes, they've got to carry them off. They didn't
want to, but Miss Hope got one of father's fives-bats and
said she'd give them a number nine
spanking if they
didn't, so they've gone to do it."
A loud, angry screaming from the direction of the
lawn drew Mrs. Quabarl
thither in hot haste,
fearful lest
the threatened castigation might even now be in process
of infliction. The
outcry, however, came principally
from the two small daughters of the lodge-keeper, who
were being hauled and pushed towards the house by the
panting and dishevelled Claude and Wilfrid, whose task
was rendered even more
arduous by the
incessant, if not
very effectual, attacks of the captured maidens' small
brother. The
governess, fives-bat in hand, sat
negligently on the stone balustrade, presiding over the
scene with the cold impartiality of a Goddess of Battles.
A
furious and
repeatedchorus of "I'll tell muvver" rose