"You shall see her when you come over."
Though she was thoroughly kind, Anstice was relieved when the visit was over. Anstice was not fond of being managed; and Mrs. Wykeman always gave her friends the impression that they were poor inefficients, and that she was the only one in the neighbourhood who had sound common sense and capability.
Anstice never forgot her first Sunday in her new home. It was a lovely day in early June. At breakfast the little girls came in, and told her they wanted to go on the lake.
"You have the boathouse key, Brenda says."
"Yes, but you and I are going to church this morning."
"Georgie and I hate church," said Josie hastily; "we haven't been for months."
"Yes, I know that; but you are coming with me to please me this morning. You have a big family seat, I hear. How can I fill it by myself? You will come to church with me to-day, and then I will come on the lake with you to-morrow. Isn't that just and fair? You know you are not allowed to boat alone."
"We weren't going to. We were going to sit in the boat when it was tied up, and make it rock a bit."
They stood there with mutinous eyes. Anstice smiled at them.
"Have a piece of toast and honey," she suggested; "it will make things easier. I always think honey acts as oil on troubled waters."