"
"Go and practise now, Caroline," said Mr. Yorke. "I will put your
silkworms up for you."
Caroline pouted. "I hate practising."
He laid his hand gently upon her, gazing at her with his dark, pleasant
eyes, reproachful now; "But you do not hate obeying your mamma? You
must never let it come to that, Caroline."
She suffered him to lead her to the door, went docilely enough to the
drawing-room, and sat down to the piano. Oh, for a little better
training for those children! Mr. Yorke began placing the silkworms in
the trays, and Lady Augusta went on grumbling.
"It is a dreadful fate--to be left a widow with a heap of unruly
children who will not be controlled! I must find a governess for the
girls, and then I shall be free from them for a few hours in the day. I
thought I would try and save the money, and teach them myself; but I
might just as well attempt to teach so many little wild Indians! I am
not fitted for teaching; it is beyond me. Don't you think you could
hear of a governess, William? You go about so much."
"I have heard of one since I saw you yesterday," he replied. "A young
lady, whom you know, is anxious to take a situation, and I think she
might suit you."
"Whom I know?" cried Lady Augusta. "Who is it?"
"Miss Channing."
Lady Augusta looked up in astonishment. "Is _she_ going out as
governess? That comes of losing this lawsuit. She has lost no time in
the decision.
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