Now, thank God, people who could afford to pay well for a
governess wanted a trained teacher, not an untrained gentlewoman for
their children.
But Betty did not waste much time staring at herself. Throwing her head
back with what had become a characteristic gesture, she went off and
called her sisters and brothers before running lightly down the back
stairs.
Nanna was already pottering about the kitchen. She had laid and lit the
fire, and put the kettle on to boil for Mrs. Tosswill's early cup of tea.
The old woman looked up as Betty came into the kitchen, and a rather
touching expression came over her old face. She had a strong, almost a
maternal affection for her eldest nurseling, and she wondered how Miss
Betty was feeling this morning. Nanna had been told of the coming visitor
by Timmy, but with that peculiar touch of delicacy so often found in her
class, she had said nothing about it to Betty.
"Well, Nanna? I expect Mrs. Tosswill has told you that Mr. Radmore is
coming to-day, and that he's to have George's room."
Nanna nodded. "It's quite ready, Miss Betty. I went in there yesterday
afternoon while you was all out. He'll find everything there just as he
left it.
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