see how pretty those sails are crossing the bay?"

Neither girl seemed to have eyes for the lovely blue of the sea in
the spring sunshine, nor the striking forms of ruddy peaks of rock
that enclosed it. Uneducated eyes, she thought, as she slowly
manoeuvred the pony down the steep hill before coming to the
Rockstone Cliff Road. The other two girls were following her
direction across field and road, and making their observations.

"A dose of lords and ladies," said Agatha.

"I thought they were rather nice," said Paula.

"I see how it will be," said Agatha. "They will patronise the M.A.
as Lady Somebody's old governess, and she will fawn upon them and run
after them, and we shall be on those terms."

"But I thought you meant to be a governess?"

"I shall make my own line. I know how swells look on a governess of
the ancien regime, and how they will introduce her as the kindly old
goody who mends my little lady's frock!"

"The girl had not any airs," said Paula. "She told me about the
churches down there in the town--not the ones we went to on Sunday;
but there's one that is very low indeed, and St. Andrew's, which is
their parish church, was suiting the moderate high church folk; and
there is St. Kenelm's, very high indeed, Mr. Flight's, I think I have
heard of him, and it is just the right thing, I am sure."