Miss Greenall started.
“I hope you told your mother what I said,” and she turned to Leila, who answered vaguely—
“Yes—I told her, but not last night. He seemed all right again yesterday afternoon. He didn’t cry or anything.”
Miss Greenall only sighed. But before the regular time for her to leave had come, Mrs Fortescue looked in at the door.
“Miss Greenall,” she said, “will you please leave off lessons now, and when you have put on your hat, I would like to speak to you in the drawing-room. I am going to ask you to do me a favour.”
“I will come directly, dear Madam,” was the reply.
Then books were closed, slates and pencils, and ink and pens, put away, and with a rather cold “good-morning” to the children the little governess left them to themselves.
To themselves—yes—and to their thoughts!
“What does it mean—what’s all the fuss about?” at last said Chrissie irritably.
Leila made no reply. She stood looking out of the window for a minute or two. Then she went to the door and opened it a little.