[CHAPTER VI]
MISS FALCONER
"Who gives himself airs of importance exhibiteth the credentials
of impotence."
Lavater.
AUGUST came, and gradually the neighbourhood began to grow lively with visitors and tourists. Once or twice Rowena had visits from the Frasers. And then one day Miss Falconer came. Rowena had written to her and asked her to come to tea. Mysie had had a good deal to tell Rowena about her new governess.
"You won't mind anything I say, will you? I beseech you to let me talk anyhow! When I'm with Dad I don't. He says I must respect and obey Miss Falconer."
"So you must, you little imp! But you can tell me anything you like."
"Then can you really like a person you respect and obey?"
"Rather. You can't like people unless you do respect them. You respect your Dad. I hope you respect me.'
"And I hope you respect me," put in Mysie eagerly. "Do you?"
"Yes, I do," Rowena said promptly. "I respect your feelings, and wouldn't hurt them for the world."