Brother Bob stooped and kissed his little sister, and tried to speak, but could not—and so passed on alone into the night.
[CHAPTER VII.]
AN ARRIVAL, AND THE NOISE IN THE NIGHT.
"DINA, she's come! She's come! I haven't seen her, but I saw the carriage and the luggage."
"So we've got a governess at last!" remarked Dina. "I'd forgotten she was coming to-day."
"Let's have our guessing game as to what she'll be like," said Gerald, "and see which of us gets nearest to the truth."
"All right!" rejoined Dina. "I guess that she is very tall, dark, rather bony, and wears a big comb in her back hair, and not much hair to put the comb in. Oh, yes, and blue goggles!"
Gerald laughed.
"What a beauty!" he said. "Now I guess she's fair, red hair perhaps, and very much poodled—you know what I mean—curled and frizzed and fussed. She's a sort of pretty, make-believe, doll-de-doll-doll governess."
Dina laughed in her turn. "I don't like your guess any better than I do mine," she said.