"You lie!" "You're another!" "Ouch!" "Leggo!--Leggo, I say!" The tugging and panting of the small combatants, and the scuffling of their stout little shoes on the threadbare carpet, quite drowned the slight sound of the opening door. "Cecil--Percy--_my sons_!" exclaimed a voice. Jane Blythe shrugged her slim shoulders wearily in anticipation of what was to follow. "I am surprised and displeased, Jane, that you should permit such a disgraceful scene to take place in the school-room without even attempting to quell it," went on the lady, advancing majestically into the center of the floor. "What do I see?--bread and butter on the _floor_, on the _sofa_, on the--yes, actually, _on the mantle!_ and _milk_-- Really, Jane, I fear you sadly forget your duties at times." Miss Blythe had risen, apparently that she might bring her bright hazel eyes more nearly on a level with the frozen blue ones behind the double glasses which pinched the lady's aquiline nose. "I don't forget my duties, Aunt Agatha," she said distinctly; "but I think you have forgotten to pay me for them." "What do you mean, ungrateful girl?" "I mean that if I am to perform the duties of a nursery governess in your house I should be paid regular wages the same as the rest of the servants. My shoes are worn through the soles, and I need--everything. Even Parks dresses better than I do. She can afford to." A dead silence followed this clear statement of fact. The two small boys were sulkily regarding their mother from beneath their light lashes, who, in her turn, attempted to quell the militant light in the eyes of the girl. "How--_dare_ you say such a thing to me!" cried the lady at length. "And before the children, too! You may come to me in the library to-morrow morning, Jane, when I am examining the accounts. I will talk with you then. In the meantime"--Lady Agatha Aubrey-Blythe paused to draw her rustling gown more closely about her tall figure--"I would advise you to reflect on the fact that when you were entirely alone in the world, _helpless_ and _penniless_, I took you into my house and cared for you like--like----" Jane Blythe laughed aloud. It was a dreary little sound; somehow it caused Percy to clench his small fist and draw a little nearer to his cousin. But it appeared to enrage the lady. Her patrician countenance assumed a peculiar, sickly, mottled pink colour. "To-morrow, at ten, in the library," she said coldly. "And, Jane, as Parks will be occupied with my toilet, I should like you to assist Gwendolen. You may go down now. Susan will put this disgracefully untidy room to rights. Cecil and Percy, you will go to bed at once--_at once!_ do you hear?" "Yes, mother," piped the two small scions of the house of Aubrey-Blythe in a respectfully subdued chorus. After which they proceeded to thrust their agile tongues into their red cheeks and bulge out their round, blue eyes behind their maternal relative's august back as she turned to leave the room.