"I would rather try school."
"Would you? But I couldn't live away from the Highlands, I should die. The great Flora didn't go to school. She had governesses. I know all about her."
"Oh, yes, she did go to school. I have a life of her here," said Rowena.
"Then Angus told me wrong. Perhaps I will go to school then—only I must come back for all the holidays."
Mysie sat and talked, then she had a romp with Shags, and departed about seven o'clock.
"I have to be back by eight, Dad said so. He's a very particular man. Angus says it's because he's a soldier."
Rowena lay thinking after Mysie had left her. The advent of the red Bible had not altogether pleased her.
"I suppose, Shags, it means that I shall have to read it, but as to studying it, I shouldn't have the faintest notion how to set about it. I think I'll wait till I see the General again. He may be able to give me a tip about it. Is it a case of thought telepathy between father and child, I wonder?"