Why not call in Mrs.Cole's authority to her aid?
No; she knew what it would mean--"I'm very sorry, Miss Jones, but I think a younger governess, perhaps--" Her throat moved.
"They've been very good this morning, Mrs.Cole." The eyes of Mary and of Jeremy were alight with triumph.
They had won their final victory.
III I know what Miss Jones suffered during those weeks.

She was not an old lady of very great power of resistance, and it must have positively terrified her that these small children should so vindictively hate her.

She could not have seen it as anything but hatred, being entirely ignorant of children and the strange forces to whose power they are subject, and she must have shivered in her bedroom at the dreariness and terror of the prospect before her.

Many, many times she must have resolved not to be beaten, and many, many times she must have admitted herself beaten as badly as any one can be.
Her life with the people downstairs was not intimate enough, nor were those people themselves perceptive enough for any realisation of what was occurring to penetrate.
"I hope you're happy with the children, Miss Jones," once or twice said Mrs.Cole.
"Very, thank you," said Miss Jones.
"They're good children, I think, although parents are always prejudiced, of course.

Jeremy is a little difficult perhaps.