"Yes; I s'pose so," conceded Nan.
"Well then, obviously, we must secure the aid of another pair—perhaps even two."
"Uh-huh!" assented the girl cheerfully enough.
"Not only that, we must secure the aid of another pair, if not two, at no additional expense to your father."
Here Nan's head began to drop. "That's what floors me," she responded perplexedly. "The rest is easy enough to settle; but how in the world we are going to get people to work for us for nothing—"
"What are those things in your lap, Nan?" asked the governess suddenly with a quick smile and an extra tap of the finger on the girl's palm.
"My hands, of course."
"Why shouldn't they be the pair we need? I cordially offer the use of mine."
"Oh!"
Nan's face was rather blank. "I hate housework," she added, and her mouth drew down at the corners in a pout of petulance.