The governess was simply petrified.
“How could Alida presume to do such a thing? The idea of making friends with a cow-herd whose father we know nothing about,” she cried out with indignation. “I’ll have to tell her parents.”
“It might be the boy who found her shawl,” said Hugo, who had kept quiet till then. “We saw him on Sunday with his sister. He looked very nice, and I don’t see why Alida shouldn’t be friends with him.”
Miss Landrat had no words left to show her disapproval; turning about she went up the stairs. Hugo followed.
“Who came here while we were gone?” asked the governess, throwing open the door.
“Vinzi,” replied Alida.
“If that is the boy’s name who was here, I should like to know what brought him here,” continued the lady in great agitation.
“He came to take a music lesson,” was the answer.
“Do you think I am joking, Alida,” said Miss Landrat, still more furious.
“No, I don’t think so,” replied the girl.