Indeed, the world was a very fair place!

Here, Priscilla found her when it was growing dark, still with the rapt
expression of glad thought on her face. And the elderly woman shook her
head. "That child is not canny," she muttered, while aloud she chided
her for idleness and untidiness in having thrown her cap on the floor.

But Halcyone flung her arms round Priscilla's neck and laughed in her
beard.

"Oh, you dear old goosie! I have been with the Immortals on the blue
peaks of Olympus and there we did not wear caps!"

"Them Immortals!" said Priscilla. "Better far you were attending to
things you can see. They'll be coming down and carrying you off, some of
these fine nights!"

"The Immortals don't care so much about the nights, Priscilla--unless
Artemis is abroad--she does--but the others like the sunlight and great
white clouds and a still blue sky. I am quite safe--" and Halcyone
smiled.

Priscilla began tidying up.

"Ma'm'selle's wrote to the mistresses to say she won't come back, she
can't put up with the place any longer."

This sounded too good to be true! Another governess going! Surely they
would see it was no use asking any more to come to La Sarthe
Chase--Halcyone had never had one who could appreciate its beauties.