Yes, it was all very satisfactory. Well-hung, short, green linen frock—was it a trifle short? Yet the little feet in the low-heeled shoes were neat as the ankles above them were slim, and one needed a short skirt for "working about."
Perhaps there was a touch of musical comedy about her appearance, but that was merely because she was so small and the cap, a muslin cap of a Quakerish shape, distinctly becoming. Well, there was no reason why she should want to look hideous. She would not be less capable because she was pleasing to the eye.
She seized her flannel apron from the bed where she had placed it ready before she went out, and with one last lingering look at herself went swiftly to her new duties.
Tea passed peacefully enough, though Fay asked embarrassing questions, such as "Why you wear suts a funny hat?"
"Because I'm an ayah," Meg answered quickly.
"Ayahs don't wear zose kind of hats."
"English ayahs do, and I'm going to be your ayah, you know."
Fay considered Meg for a minute. "No," she said, shaking her head. "No."
"Have another sponge-finger," Jan suggested diplomatically, handing the dish to her niece, and the danger was averted.
They played games with the children after tea and all went well till bed-time. Meg had begged Jan to leave them entirely to her, and with considerable misgiving she had seen Meg marshal the children to the bathroom and shut the door.