The remembrance that the Rectory children were coming cheered her immensely, and she danced gaily about the room putting things in order for Miss Fleet.
The moment the governess appeared Phyllis ran up to her.
Chapter Four.
“Oh, you have brought all those horrid dingy books!” said Phyllis, seeing that Miss Fleet carried a huge pile of half-worn-out lesson-books in her arms.
“Keep away, Phyllis, a minute; I want to put them on the table,” said the governess.
“What stupid things they are!” said Phyllis, forgetting for a minute the excitement which the thought of her little guests had given her, in her dismay at the appearance of the books.
She took up one volume after another, letting it fall on the table with an expression of great disdain.
“Child’s Guide to Knowledge,” she said. “Horrid book. And oh! what is this? Mrs Markham’s History of England. I hate Mrs Markham. Oh, and this—and this!—I say, Miss Fleet!”