“Tell us a story, won’t you, Miss Harper?”
It was George who made the request.
“As soon as you and Madeline have said your lessons, I will tell you a nice little story.” And Florence won him to her will with a kiss.
The lesson-books were opened instantly, and, the light tasks set, the little ones entered upon them with willing spirits.
“Come and give me my music-lesson!” broke in, discordantly, the voice of Agnes.
“At twelve o’clock, Agnes.” There was not the smallest sign of disturbed feeling in the manner of the governess.
“Mother will turn you out of the house! I heard her say so!”
A red spot painted itself on the brow of Miss Harper. But it faded as quickly as it came.
Seeing that she was not to have her will with the governess, Agnes flirted from the room, and sought the apartment to which her mother had retired.
“Mother! mother! That upstart thing says she won’t give me my music-lesson for you nor anybody else!”