"I see! May I ask if your mother knows what you are doing--if you are here with her consent?" Pixie sighed at that, and shook her head in melancholy fashion. "I've no mother. She died when I was young, and the Major's horse threw him two years ago, and I've been an orphan ever since. There's only Bridgie now!" "Poor child!" The lady looked at the quaint figure with a kindly glance, thinking of the two little girls upstairs, and picturing them starting out to fight the world when they should still have been safe within the shelter of the schoolroom. "I'm sorry to hear that. Bridgie, I suppose, is your sister? Does she know what you are doing? Would she be willing for you to apply for a situation in this manner?" "Maybe not at first, but I'd beguile her. I'm the youngest, and I always get my own way. I told Sylvia Trevor, who was staying with us, and she was very kind, giving me good advice not to do it, but it is to be a surprise for Bridgie to help her to pay the bills. If ye want money, what else can you do than try to earn it?" "But not at your age, dear! You are too young yet awhile!" Mrs Wallace crossed the room and seating herself in a chair by Pixie's side, laid a hand on her shoulder with quite affectionate pressure. "I appreciate your kindly intention, but I am afraid it will be a good many years before you are ready to take a governess's place. You saw yourself what a difference there was between yourself and the other ladies who came to see me to-day!" "I'm more amusing! Ye wouldn't believe how amusing I can be when I try! At school there was a prize which was given to the girl who was nicest to the other girls, and they all voted for me, and I've got it now and could bring it to show you if you liked. I'm not exactly clever, and there was no chance for anyone else at the bottom of the class, but you didn't say a word about teaching, except French, and I could talk that all day long!" "Yes! I should be quite satisfied if my girlies spoke as well as you do. Your accent is charming, and you have just the air, but--but you are so young--so ridiculously young!" "So are the children. They'd like me best!" maintained Pixie sturdily, and at that Mr Wallace burst into a laugh. His eyes had been twinkling for some time past, and he had been stroking his moustache as if to conceal his amusement, but now he made no more disguise, but laughed and laughed again, as if he were thoroughly enjoying himself. "Upon my word, Edith, I believe she is right! If you consider the children's feelings, there is no doubt how they would decide. If you want them kept happy and bright, now's your chance! After our earlier experiences this is really quite refreshing, and I am beginning to think your advertisement has been of some use after all. How would it be if you interviewed Miss Bridgie--I didn't catch the second name--and if she is agreeable, you might perhaps make some temporary arrangement!"