Presently Mother asked her how she was; and Miss Con smiled again, and said, "Lazy, rather! Beckdale has used up my reserve-powers."
"You will have to get away for a holiday," Mother said.
"At Christmas, perhaps," she answered. "Lessons must go on regularly for a while first."
Then she asked about my writing, and was so kind; not merely polite, but full of real interest. It was the only time she brightened up.
When she was gone, Mother said, "If they do not take care, she will break down altogether. Too much has been put upon her."
I believe Miss Millington has been Miss Con's greatest bother.
Well,—she will not have that bother any longer. A Miss James is coming in Miss Millington's stead; and we have been wondering whether the girls will call her "Jamie." Ramsay declares they will. Miss Conway wanted to undertake the little ones herself, but Mrs. Romilly would not consent,—very right too!
Thyrza means to work hard this winter. She intends to go through a course of Geology, and a course of Political Economy, with Miss Con; and she seems able to talk of nothing else.
When I said something about this at tea-time, Ramsay burst out laughing, and said, "What bosh!" But Ramsay calls everything bosh, except what he does himself.
I must confess that Mother laughed too, and said, "We shall see!" I don't see why. Thyrza is so really fond of study,—not like Maggie.