But Amy thought she neither wanted nor liked them, and felt vexed they had been put up.
"Ah!" said Fanny, catching the vexed expression, "you can thank him for them when he comes again; we were to tell you so, and that he would be here in November, and this is August Miss Neville, so it's only three months to wait."
"You can tell him Fanny when he comes, that I am much obliged to him, lest I should forget to do so."
And Amy turned away, feeling more vexed than she liked to acknowledge to herself; she had had nothing to do with putting up the shelves, but would Mrs. Linchmore think so if she knew it? And did she know it, and what had she thought? "Mamma was right," said she to her self. "It is very hard to be a governess; and he has misinterpreted and misjudged me."
A thorn had sprung up in Amy's path, which already wounded her slightly.
CHAPTER V.
VISITORS ARRIVE.
O! if in this great world of strife,
This mighty round of human life,
We had no friends to cheer,
O! then how cold the world would seem!
How desolate the ebbing stream
Of life from year to year!
J. B. Kerridge.