"So am I; still, when she's at home she's out so much, and then I never know what to do."
"Don't you read?" said Isobel.
"I'm not fond of reading. I only like books when there's really nothing else to amuse myself with."
"You were buying a book at Tiverton. Which one did you get? Is it nice?"
"It's just a school story. I forget its name now. I haven't looked at it again."
"Then you didn't choose 'The Red Cross Knight' after all?"
"Oh, that's too like lessons! I've had all that with my governess, and about King Arthur too. I'm quite tired of them. Have you a governess?"
"No," replied Isobel; "I do lessons with mother."
"How jolly for you! I wish I did. I'm to be sent to school in another year, and I don't think I shall like that at all. When are you going?"
"Not till I'm thirteen, I expect."