Chapter XV.
The New Governess.
“Wish me luck, Dodger!”
“So I do, Florence. Are you goin’ to begin teachin’ this mornin’?”
“Yes; and I hope to produce a favorable impression. It is very important to me to please Mrs. Leighton and my future pupil.”
“I’m sure you’ll suit. How nice you look!”
Florence smiled, and looked pleased. She had taken pains with her dress and personal appearance, and, being luckily well provided with handsome dresses, had no difficulty in making herself presentable. As she stepped out of the shabby doorway upon the sidewalk no one supposed her to be a tenant, but she was generally thought to be a visitor, perhaps the agent of some charitable association.
“Perhaps all will not judge me as favorably as you do, Dodger,” said Florence, with a laugh.
“If you have the headache any day, Florence, I’ll take your place.”
“You would look rather young for a tutor, Dodger, and I am afraid you would not be dignified. Good-morning! I shall be back to dinner.”
“I am glad to find you punctual, Miss Linden,” said Mrs. Leighton, as Florence was ushered into her presence. “This is your pupil, my daughter, Carrie.”