“And what are you teaching them?”
“Reading, writing, and arithmetic, sir, and Bible stories.”
“Intelligent?... Ah! Not very. Truthful?... No! No children are.”
The governess twisted her hands. “Peter!” she said, “where’s your ball? We must go and look for it.”
“But I’ve got it, Miss Somers.”
“Oh, well, it’s too sharp, sitting here. Come along!”
She passed away, and Peter, Joan, and Michael trailed after her.
Late—299 smiled on; and a Pekinese, towing a stout old lady, smelled at his trousers.
“It’s my cat,” said Late—299. “Dogs and cats their pleasure is——”