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"You little goose!" exclaimed Brenda, bending forward and kissing Nina
with affection. "Haven't you just the darlingest little face, and who
loves you if your own Brenda does not? But talk to your father on the
subject if you wish, and I will change the pink muslins for cottons
to-morrow--I can easily do so."
"Oh, no--no," said Fanchon.
Josephine shut her lips. Nina nestled up to her governess in an ecstasy
of love and affection. If indeed she was a blonde--that lovely word--
why, the pink muslin _must_ suit her!
CHAPTER SEVEN.
LIGHT BLUE SILK.
During the days that elapsed between the purchase of the pale blue silk
and the grand fete at Mrs Hazlitt's school, it may well be supposed
that Brenda Carlton was very busy. Not Penelope at school, not any of
those girls who were to take the characters of Tennyson's "Dream of Fair
Women," were as much occupied as this young woman. She had so much to
think of and to do; for she had not only to see about her own toilette,
which meant frequent visits to Madame Declasse's, at Rocheford, and
therefore frequent demands for the pony trap, but she had also to help
the girls to make up their pink muslins.
She was sorry to have to dress her pupils in a colour she knew in her
heart of hearts could not possibly suit them, but she argued with her
own conscience that no possible dress that she could devise would make
the Misses Amberley look well and, that being the case, they might just
as soon be frightful as not. She had no pricks of conscience with
regard to this matter. The little red-haired girls were useful to her
for the time being. She intended to have a delightful outing at the
seaside and, in order to effect this, she must keep the Reverend Josiah
in the best of humours until her grand month was over.
This was quite easy to accomplish as long as the girls themselves were
pleased. But Brenda was by no means a fool, and she judged by certain
remarks of Nina's, who was the most innocent of the confiding three,
that already a few ugly little suspicions with regard to their governess
were animating their small breasts. In short, they were the sort of
girls who would very soon discover for themselves the wickedness of this
wicked world. They were not specially amiable; there was nothing
whatever attractive about them. When once they discovered Brenda, as
Brenda really was, her position in the Reverend Josiah's establishment
would come to an end.
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