'The 'busmen and policemen always know,' said True cheerfully. 'Dad told us so.'
'Oh, you have a father——'
'Come,' said the conductor, interrupting, 'give me your pennies; you'd best get out at the next stop and go home again.'
'We're going to find a gov'ness,' said Bobby, glaring at the conductor rather angrily.
The young girl looked at him over the book she was reading.
'You want a registry,' she said. 'There's a good one in Kensington High Street. I'll show it to you if you get out with me.'
True looked relieved.
'Is that the place where you find them?' she asked.
'I never heard of such a thing as children looking for a governess!' ejaculated the old lady. 'Poor little motherless things, their father ought to be ashamed of himself sending them out on such an errand!'
'Dad didn't send us,' said True, feeling she must defend her father at all costs. 'We knew he wanted us to have one, so we came ourselves.'