you know, and we have laid out an enormous lot of gardening for
afternoons. They never tire of gardening if I'm with them, but, of
course, no children will do that sort of thing alone; and it's doing
them both so much good that I don't want to stop it. Then they study
German and Italian with me, and on Saturday have a cooking lesson.
You see, my time is pretty full."

"But a good governess would take every bit of that off your hands,
me dear," said Mrs. Apostleman.

"Oh, but I love to do it!" protested Mrs. Burgoyne with her wide-
eyed, childish look. "You can't really buy for them what you can do
yourself, do you think so? And now the other children are beginning
to come in, and it's such fun! But that isn't all. I have editorial
work to do, besides the Mail, you know. I manage the 'Answers to
Mothers' column in a little eastern magazine. I daresay you've never
seen it; it is quite unpretentious, but it has a large circulation.
And these mothers write me, some of them factory-workers, or mothers
of child-workers even, or lonely women on some isolated ranch;
you've no idea how interesting it is! Of course they don't know who
I am, but we become good friends, just the same. I have the best
reference books about babies and sickness, and I give them the best
advice I can. Sometimes it's a boy's text-book that is wanted, or a
second-hand crib, or some dear old mother to get into a home, and
they are so self-respecting about it, and so afraid they aren't
paying fair--I love that work! But, of course, it takes time. Then
I've been hunting up a music-teacher for the girls. I can't teach
them that--"

"I meant to speak to you of that," Mrs. White said. "There's a