I'll ask him." Ethel had clapped after her the heavy door with its shining brass lock, before Miss Winter well knew what she was about, and the governess seemed annoyed.

"Ethel does not consider," said she.

"I don't think your mamma will be pleased." "Why not ?" said Flora.
"My dear--a gentleman walking with you, especially if Margaret is going!" "I don't think he is strong enough," said Flora; "but I can't think why there should be any harm.

Papa took us all out walking with him yesterday--little Aubrey and all, and Mr.Ernescliffe went." "But, my dear--" She was interrupted by the entrance of a fine tall blooming girl of eighteen, holding in her hand a pretty little maid of five.
"Good-morning.

Miss Winter.