Not all the taking time to consider, "nor all the morns" that ever came reconciled Schillie to the captain's plan. For my part I liked it, and am free to own that I entered into all the fun, and oddities the young ones proposed to themselves in living for six weeks al fresco. Madame had great misgivings about the matter. She did not think lessons would prosper; the cultivation of ladylike behaviour would be very difficult—manners would be at a very low ebb—music would be utterly abolished, and she was fast approaching a declaration on Schillie's side, when Serena, by a master-stroke of policy, brought her round. "We will speak any language you like, Madame," said she, "whatever we are doing, we can always speak in the language you order us." "So you can, my love," said Madame, most benignantly, "so I desire at once that you speak French, Mondays and Thursdays; Italian, Tuesdays and Fridays; German, Wednesdays and Saturdays."
"Oh come, come," said Gatty, "that's too bad, how am I ever to get all the nonsense, that is in my head, out if I am only to talk English on Sundays."
"My dear! you ought to have no nonsense in your head."
"But there it is, Madame, and you will be very angry if I break the Sabbath, by making puns and guessing jokes all Sunday."
"My dear Gertrude, your spirits carry you quite too far."
"Then think, Madame, what they will be on Sundays if my spirits are corked up all the other six days."
"I have not the least objection to your making puns either in French, Italian, or German."
"You're extremely kind, Madame, and I should feel most grateful for such kind permission, had I the least perception how I can profit by it."
"It is my wish that you all should understand those languages equally as well as your own."
"I have no doubt, Madame, that you will always be able to wish us such proficiency."