It arrived by the evening post, which was late. Colin had come home, and we knew what it was by the way Madge came clattering along the corridor and burst into the flat. She waved a thick white envelope round her head.
“It’s her!” she shouted. “I know it is!”
“I wish Madame could hear you,” I said. “Is it for me?”
“Of course it is. Doesn’t it look opulent and splendid! Hurry up and open it, Doris, or I’ll explode!”
My fingers were a little shaky as I tore open the envelope and read the letter aloud:
“Dear Miss Earle,—
“I have received several letters in answer to my advertisement, but, after consideration, yours seems the most suitable. I require a lady in my home for a few weeks, to take off my hands some of the duties of caring for a house-party, and to assist in looking after my younger children during the absence of their governess, who is away on holiday. As the employment is light, I offer a salary of £1 per week, and would pay your travelling expenses to and from Melbourne.
“I have hesitated in accepting your application because you are very young.”
“I told you so!” breathed Madge disgustedly.
“However, your testimonial is excellent; and the teaching experience to which it alludes should enable you to control the children. I trust that you are firm and tactful.”