“Sit down, dear Fanchon,” said Brenda. “Take this cosy seat by the open window—isn’t the night very warm?”
“Yes—very,” said Fanchon.
She took the proffered seat and the governess placed herself on the window ledge near by.
“We shall enjoy our time at the sea,” said Brenda, “shall we not?”
Fanchon did not answer. She was gazing in surprise at Brenda, who, prettily dressed in soft white muslin, looked more charming even than usual.
“The cool sea breezes will be so refreshing,” continued the governess—“I am picturing the whole scene. I am going to be, of course, very particular with regard to Josie and Nina; but you, Fanchon, who are so tall for your age, can come out with me in the evening and listen to the band and—and—partake of any sort of fun that is going on.”
“Can I really?” said Fanchon, her eyes sparkling, and, for a minute, she forgot that she was really the judge and Brenda the criminal.
“Of course you can, dear; I mean you to have a good time.”
“But can’t we settle that afterwards?” said Fanchon. “The other thing has to be arranged first, hasn’t it?”
“What other thing, my dear?”