"I don't know when she's coming," Jill replied.
"I think we shall have to do lessons with her one day first," said Jack, "because we shan't be proper truants unless we do."
"Oh yes, and if it's a very wet day we won't go."
It was a great disappointment to them when Mona came into the nursery that evening and called them to her.
"A very nice lady named Miss Falkner is coming to live with us," she began.
"I know!" exclaimed Jack. "She's a governess. Is she coming to-night?"
"Oh dear, no, not for another month, when we go down to Willowlands."
The children's faces fell. Willowlands was their country home, and it was only shut up for three months in the winter. They liked London best, and were always sorry when their time came to leave it.
Mona watched their expressive faces.