"Well, you know she wants to be our governess," said Thekla.

"Well?" repeated Primrose.

"And of course no one ever likes their governess."

This aphorism, so uttered by Thekla, provoked a yell from Primrose,
echoed by Fergus; and Primrose, getting her breath, declared that
dear Miss Winter was a great darling, and since she had gone away,
more's the pity, mamma was real governess to herself, Valetta, and
Mysie, and she always looked at their translations and heard their
reading if Gillian was not at home.

"And they are quite grown-up young ladies!"

"Mysie is; but I don't know about Val. Only I don't see why any one
should be silly and do nothing if one is grown up ever so much," said
Primrose.

"As the Eiffel Tower," put in Fergus.

"Nonsense!" said Primrose, bent on being improving. "Don't you know
what that old book of mamma's says, 'When will Miss Rosamond's
education be finished?' She answered 'Never.'"

Thekla gave a groan, whether of pity for Rosamond or for herself
might be doubted; and a lop-eared rabbit was a favourable diversion.

There was a triad who seemed to be of Rosamond's opinion regarding