The Undesirable GovernessCrawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
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The Undesirable Governess
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction
“It’s all very well,” retorted Anne Trevelyan, “but you could count on
your fingers the people you have ever heard of who have been killed by
balloons, whereas every one I know has either killed or been killed by
motors.”
“I am quite sure I never killed a human being,” answered Lady Jane; “and
I’m quite alive myself.”
“Yes, but how long will it last?” inquired Miss Anne cheerfully.
“And as for danger,” answered Lady Jane, “whenever I see you, you have
just escaped with your life! It’s quite needless to ask why you have a
large piece of court plaster on your beautiful nose, my dear, isn’t it?”
“Oh, quite!”
As no new ascent was being talked of, Mrs. Trevelyan did not take Lady
Jane’s side, and the subject was soon dropped. Moreover, in the course
of the afternoon a thing so new and surprising happened that it drove
all other questions out of the field of interest in the Follitt family.
Lionel actually went for a walk with his sisters and the new governess.
He made no secret of it, and his start with the girls and Miss Scott was
witnessed by the assembled party soon after luncheon. They were all in a
large room which was neither a hall, nor a library, nor a drawing-room,
nor anything else directly definable. In the days when the children had
been much smaller, but not quite small enough to be kept out of the way,
it had been their general place of meeting, and the Colonel had
christened it the “mess-room,” because, as he explained, it was always
in such a mess. Each member of the family had a place in it which was
regarded as his or her own--a particular chair, a particular table or a
corner of a table, with a place for books and newspapers. Lady Jane
often wrote her letters there instead of in her morning room, and the
Colonel had a small desk before a window, which he preferred to the much
more luxurious arrangements in his study; the three young men often
lounged there on rainy days, and even the girls kept what they called
their work in an old-fashioned work-basket-table before a small sofa
which was their coign of vantage; for by keeping very quiet they
sometimes made their elders forget their presence, and they heard many
interesting things.
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