She was forced to admit that Master Jeremy was going beyond her; but in September he would go to school, and then she could help with the sewing and other things about the house.

The real truth of the matter was that she had never been a very good servant, having too much of the Glebeshire pride and independence and too little of the Glebeshire fidelity.
Mrs.Cole had been glad of the opportunity that Hamlet's arrival in the family had given her.

The Jampot, only a week before the date of her departure, came to her mistress and begged, with floods of tears, to be allowed to continue in her service.

But Mrs.Cole, with all her placidity, was firm.

The Jampot had to go.
I would like to paint a pleasant picture of the sentiment of the Cole children on this touching occasion; something, perhaps, in the vein of tragi-comedy with which Mr.Kenneth Graham embroiders a similar occasion in his famous masterpiece--but in this case there was very little sentiment and no tragedy at all.