“To look out for another situation,” said Harriet.
“Quite so,” exclaimed Mynheer Mopius, delighted at her good sense.
Harriet threw back her arm with a jerk that rattled the tea-equipage.
“And to think,” she cried, “that only last week I rejected the doctor.”
“More fool you!” replied Mynheer Mopius, coolly. “You’ll have to be more careful of the Chinese porcelain in a strange house, Harriet, and it probably won’t be anything like as good.”
“I rejected the doctor,” continued Harriet, roughly, “because I didn’t care for him. I couldn’t live with a young man I didn’t care for. Uncles are different.”
“Harriet, I am not really your uncle, you must remember, though I am willing to behave as such. If your father—”
“Yes, I know. Well, I shall try to get something in a month’s time, and if I can, I’ll repay the board and lodging, dear uncle.”
“That is not necessary. You can place an advertisement, Harriet, not mentioning names, of course. You don’t know enough for a governess, and, besides, you are too good-looking. You had better try to become a companion. If your father—”
“Quite so. Yes, I shall try to become a companion—to a gentleman.”