"Oh! now he’s gone; I do call it too bad!" "What do you mean, Monica?" queried the old lady, rising from her chair and following the direction of Monica’s glance. "Who has gone?" "Why, Tom. The stable-boy, you know, grand-mamma," she added, as Mrs. Beauchamp looked incredulous. "I was in the yard when you sent for me, and he was telling me about the jolliest little wire-haired terrier his father wants to sell, and I----" "Monica, how many times have I told you I will not allow you to frequent the stable-yard? I am sure it is there that you pick up all the vulgar expressions you are so continually using. I begin to think Miss Thompson is right in saying you are no lady." "Bother Miss Thompson!" cried Monica, now thoroughly angry, and losing all control of her words; "she’s a sly old cat, that’s what she is, spying round after me all day long. It’s the only bit of fun I get, when I----" "Be quiet, Monica, and listen to me," said her grandmother, who was scarcely less angry, but who held herself in admirable check. "It is quite time that some one controlled you, and I have sent for you this afternoon to tell you that I am going to----" "Send me away to boarding school?" interrupted Monica, her anger temporarily subsiding, for, of all things, she desired to go away to school, but it had always been tabooed. "Oh! grandmamma, _do_! I would really behave well there." And she seized one of the old lady’s white hands impulsively in her warm, and decidedly dirty young fingers, while the girlish face quivered with excitement, until she looked a totally different being. But she was doomed to disappointment. "Nothing of the kind, Monica," replied Mrs. Beauchamp coldly, and withdrawing her hand. She never responded to her granddaughter’s advances, which probably accounted for the difficulty she had in dealing with her; for Monica had a warm heart hidden away somewhere, which no one but her father had ever reached. "I was going to say, when you so rudely interrupted me again, that as you have had four governesses within very little more than a year, who, one and all, have declared that you are unmanageable, and that it is an utter impossibility to teach you, I shall be obliged to seek some other mode of education for you." Monica’s face, which had fallen considerably at the beginning of her grandmother’s speech, now brightened visibly. "There is nothing else but boarding-school left," she said, with satisfaction. It was to this end that she had made the lives of her long-suffering instructresses unendurable by her tricks and general unruliness. "You know perfectly well, Monica, that you will never go to a boarding-school," replied Mrs. Beauchamp. "That was only a fad of mother’s," said Monica, disdainfully. "Dad would never have forbidden it. He thought no end of Harrow, and I’m sure he would let me go to school if you told him what a bother the old governesses are."