"What is it, Pansy?" she asked, smiling at her favourite.
"Miss Grainger, you'll be pleased to hear I'm a millionaire."
The English mistress put down her pen carefully, and then sat staring at the child.
"Really, my dear," she said in a bewildered tone, "you have a way of saying the most surprising things in the most matter-of-fact manner. But, since you're saying it, it must be true."
"That's a character in itself," Pansy remarked, smiling, a smile that brought to view several bewitching dimples.
She produced the letter and handed it to her friend.
The English mistress read it through.
"Sixty thousand pounds a year!" she exclaimed. "It makes my head reel."
"Then yours can't be so firmly screwed on as mine. Mine isn't turned one little bit. I looked at myself in a glass to see."
"But what are you going to do with it all?" the governess asked helplessly.