They all laughed again, at the spectacle of the governess on Nigger.
“And I’ll crack the whip behind old Nigger, and, gee-whizz, won’t he go?” roared Willie, and the five other little sinners joined in the laugh.
“We might have some fun yet,” they agreed, hopefully.
“Yes, leave it to me,” went on Willie. “I’ll see to that. I didn’t come all the way from Sydney to shut myself up in old school. We’ll have some fun right enough.”
“But she might be nice,” said Eva, timidly.
“Nice?” echoed Willie. “Nice? What are you talking about?”
“I’ve often read of real nice governesses,” went on Eva.
“Read?” said Willie, scornfully. “Yes, you might read about ’em, but you seldom see ’em. No, they might live in books, but not in life, and don’t you forget it!”
“Oh, dear, it’s a hard life!” sighed Eileen, “just when things seemed to be going right, too; but it’s no use wishing or expecting or hoping for things to go right, because they never will.”
“No, they never will,” echoed Eva.