'The rising generation can soon dispense with their fathers,' he said. 'Those are small specimens of a type.'
Meanwhile the girl in blue serge had walked True and Bobby up a side street, and in at an office door.
'This is one of the best registries in this part of the world,' she said. 'Now we'll tell Mrs. Marsh what you want, and see if she knows of one. When I get the certificates I am working for, I mean to come to her to find me a situation.'
An elderly woman behind a table looked up at them as they entered. The girl spoke to her brightly.
'Good morning, Mrs. Marsh. I have brought you two young people who want a governess. I don't know whether they can pay your fees. But perhaps you can make that right with their father.'
'We want a very cheap governess,' said True, looking up anxiously into Mrs. Marsh's face. 'Dad is very poor, but he'll pay her something.'
'I think your father will have to write me some particulars,' said Mrs. Marsh, looking at the small children with some amusement.
Oh, we'll be able to choose her,' cried Bobby. 'She must be 'ticularly kind and nice.'
'And what will she have to do?'
Bobby looked at True.