They bother me so. Please don't let them come again."

Christian promised to try and modify things a little.

But she must come and practice here, Arthur. She is Miss Bennett--
Titia's governess.

"Governess--a nice governess! Why, she hardly teaches her a bit.
They were chattering the whole time; and I heard them plan to meet in
Walnut-tree Court at five o'clock every evening, and go for a walk with
a gentleman--a kind gentleman, who would give Titia as many sweet
things as ever she could eat."

Mrs. Grey stood aghast. This was the sort of thing that had gone on--or
would have gone on if not discovered--with the little Fergusons.

"Are you sure of this, Arthur? If so, I must ring for Phillis at once."

"Oh don't--please don't. Phillis will on'y fly into a passion and beat
her--poor Titia! I'm very sorry I told of her. I wouldn't be a sneak if
I could help it."

"My dear boy!" said Christian, fondly. "Well, I will not speak about it
just yet, and certainly not to Phillis. Lie here till I see if Titia is
still in the nursery. It is just five o'clock."

Yes, there the little damsel was, sitting as prim as possible over a book,
looking the picture of industry and innocence.

"Miss Bennett has left for the day, has she not, Titia? You are not