In speaking with the children she rarely if ever smiled, but exhibited a gentle forbearance which had something touching in it; it was almost as though she appealed for gentleness in return, and feared a harsh word or look.
"That's Mr.Waymark," cried out Master Percy Tootle, when his overquick eyes perceived that the two had seen each other.

"He's our drawing-master.

Do you like the look of him ?" Miss Enderby reddened, and laid her hand on the boy's arm, trying to direct his attention to a book.

But the youngster shook off her gentle touch, and looked at his brothers and sisters with a much too knowing grin.

Waymark had contented himself with a slight bow, and at once bent again over his work.
Very shortly the two eldest children, both girls, came in, and with them their mother.