"I told you I was afraid."
"Yes. But I thought it was all right. I thought you liked them."
She was silent. Tears rose to her eyes and hung on their unsteady lashes.
"They like you."
She bowed her head and the tears fell.
"Is that what has upset you?"
"Yes."
"I see. You've been thinking it over and you find you can't stand it. I don't wonder. You've let those little monkeys tire you out. You've nearly got a sunstroke and you feel as if you'd rather die than go through another day like yesterday? Well, you shan't. There'll never be another day like yesterday."
"No. Never," she said; and her sobs choked her.
"Why should there be? They'll have a governess. You don't suppose I meant you to have them on your hands all the time?"