'No, Aunt Betty, I needn't learn that. Penny says we oughtn't ever to waste precious time, and I hav'n't any papa and mamma to succour, so it's waste of time to learn about succouring them.'
'No, Godfrey, it isn't; because it means any one that stands in the place of a papa and mamma to you, your relations and friends that take care of you.'
'Aunts?' inquired Godfrey.
'Yes, certainly aunts.'
'Cousins?' asked Godfrey, with much unwillingness in his tone. Angel had turned round again before Betty's answer came. She was rather glad the question had not been put to her. Godfrey always would have his inquiries answered, and Angel felt sure he would not like to be told that it was his duty to succour Cousin Crayshaw. She paced up the gravel path and back again with her head bent over her book.
'Scorn no man's love, though of a mean degree,
Love is a present for a mighty king.'
She had got so far when she reached the arbour again, and this time there was a shadow of impatience in Betty's tones.
'Godfrey, you are not attending. "Not to covet nor desire other men's goods."'
'What are goods?'
'Things that belong to them. If you wanted my desk or Cousin Crayshaw's watch it would be naughty of you. Godfrey, you must not put your foot on Miss Jane's head; her nose is off already.'