Phyllis went forth in her dark-blue gown the next day to "secure the young ideas which in the end she would probably want to shoot," Bab said.
Mrs. Haines was at home, and came down immediately. Phyllis presented her card of introduction, and stated her errand.
"It seems absurd to inquire into the qualifications of a Miss Wyndham to teach children as young as mine are—but do you understand kindergarten methods?" Mrs. Haines asked affably.
"I am sorry, but I do not," said Phyllis.
"No; you would hardly have studied them, not having foreseen the necessity of teaching. The books can give you suggestions, and you can easily pick up those charming song-games. You sing?"
"A little; enough for that," said Phyllis.
"And speak French?"
"As well as English," said Phyllis, glad to answer one inquiry affirmatively.
"Oh, then I should be glad if you would speak it with the children," exclaimed Mrs. Haines. "Fancy having a daughter of Mr. Henry Wyndham for one's nursery governess! What a land of reverses America is! Frankly, I made up my mind to take you the moment you came."