"Spend it, of course. I take after my father and never shirk an unpleasant duty," she went on, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "To begin with, you, Miss Grainger, are going to be my companion, and we'll have a yacht and go all round the world together, and see and do everything that can be seen and done."
"You'll get married, Pansy," the governess said, looking lovingly at the beautiful flower-like, little face.
"Not much! You dear old antiquated thing. I'm not going to be tied by the leg in that fashion."
"As the English mistress, I must remind you that 'tied by the leg' is slang."
"When you're my companion you'll be talking slang yourself. I'm not so sure I won't make that one of the stipulations," the child went on teasingly. "It'll be such a change for you after thirty years of correcting stupid exercises."
"It will be rather," Miss Grainger said wistfully.
"And I shall come out at seventeen," Pansy went on. "I must start as early as possible if I'm to spend all that money. I shall write and ask my father if I may come out at seventeen. Do you think he'll refuse?"
"No man will ever refuse you anything, Pansy. You're too sweet and good and beautiful."
"And rich. Don't forget the rich. That'll be a tremendous draw."
Miss Grainger smiled at her favourite.