“You can’t go there without me.”
“Oh—I suppose we could get some one else.”
“There is no one else whom your father would trust.”
Fanchon was silent and a little thoughtful.
“I have a plan to propose to you, Fanchon,” said her governess suddenly; “but I shall not propose it now—I will keep it until to-night. To-night, at ten o’clock, come to my room and I will talk to you. In the meantime, tell the other girls that for to-day, just for to-day, they may do as they please. Now let me be alone; I have a headache.”
Fanchon danced off to communicate this news to her sisters.
“The cat’s caving in like anything,” she said. “We shall have a jolly, jolly time in future!”
“What can we have to eat at tea-time?” was Nina’s remark.
“Oh—you little goose,” exclaimed Fanchon, “you can’t possibly be hungry yet.”
“But I shall be hungry when tea-time comes.”