"I doubt if any one really cares for it. But it must be done, and in this case you and I must consent to do it, at least in part. Now that you have looked the facts in the face, let us say no more about it, after we have settled just what we prefer to do. I have always taken care of my own room. Will you see to yours after this?"
"I s'pose so.
"Then there is the dusting and the plants."
"I'll take the plants," Nan hastened to declare.
"And the dishes on Mondays and Tuesdays?" continued Miss Blake.
There was a pause.
"If there's one thing I despise it's washing dishes," cried the girl, her voice trembling with irritation.
The governess looked down at her own two delicate little hands and seemed to be considering. Then she raised her head quickly, and said, without a shade of resentment in her voice:
"Very well then, dear, I'll take the dishes. So here is the way it stands: You care for the plants and your own room and I'll look after my room and do the dusting and the dishes."
"You'll have more to do than I," hesitated Nan.