Etheldreda put her head on one side and lengthened her upper lip, after a fashion she affected when she wished to be impressive. "_Still_," she insisted, obstinately, "when a family is reduced in circumstances I think it _most_ important that the girls should learn to be domestic. I have always understood that in reduced circumstances it was necessary for the mistress to overlook _everything_, and how can you learn to do that if you never begin? It seems to me that one can never begin too young, and if we _could_ do with only one housemaid, it is our duty to do so." Mrs Saxon laughed. She always did laugh when Dreda waxed impressive, which was one of that young woman's trials in life. "Darling Dreda!" she cried, affectionately. "You shall be as domestic as ever you please--the more domestic the better; but there is a time for everything, and this is your time for study. You must wait until your education is finished, before you take up home duties. We are not going to sacrifice your interests for the sake of a servant's wages. Work hard, and do your best, dear. One thing at a time, and that done well--" But Dreda refused to be convinced. "_My_ theory," she announced, firmly, "my theory is that it is stupid to waste time learning things which you will never need! As we are `rejuiced' (the expression had stuck, until the very pronunciation was unconsciously reproduced), and I can't go to Madame Clerc's and be finished properly, I should consider that it would be wiser to stop as I am. I am very well grounded. We can't afford to go into society now, so I shall probably marry a man in a humble position, and it's foolish to educate me above my rank!" "Oh, Dreda, Dreda! Oh! I haven't laughed for weeks. You mustn't be vexed with me for laughing, dear--it's _so_ refreshing!" And Mrs Saxon wiped her eyes and chuckled irresistibly, the while her young daughter regarded her more in pity than in anger. "I can't see what I have said that is so amusing. I was speaking _most_ seriously. I'm fifteen. It's my own future that is at stake. Really, mother!" "I'm sorry, dear, and I don't mean to be unsympathetic. I know you are in earnest, but for the next few years you must consent to be guided by what father and I believe to be best. Whatever may be before you, it is necessary that you have a good education, so put your heart into your work, and get on as quickly as possible." Dreda sucked her upper lip in eloquent disgust. "Parents are so _trying_!" she told herself, mentally. "They never seem to think it possible that you know better yourself. I shall be quite different with my daughters. What a pity it is that you can never manage to be your own mother!" CHAPTER SEVEN.