The class-time being over, the youngsters all scampered off.

For a wonder, Mrs.Tootle was not present, anti Waymark seized the opportunity to exchange a word with the young lady.
"I fear your pupils give you dreadful trouble," he said, as he stood by the window pointing a pencil.
She started at being spoken to.
"They are full of life," she replied, in the low sad voice which was natural to her.
"Which would all seem to be directed towards shortening that of others," said Waymark, with a smile.
"They are intelligent," the governess ventured to suggest, after a silence.

"It would be a pleasure to teach them if they--if they were a little more orderly." "Certainly.

If their parents had only common sense--" He stopped.

A flush had risen to the girl's face, and a slight involuntary motion of her hand seemed to warn him.