"Oh, Laura, darling, if it could be, I would educate you entirely, and give you into no other hands." It was March when my governess--by name Miss Sara Reinhart--came.

I always associate her in my own mind with the leaden skies, the cold winds, the bleak rains and biting frosts of March.

She was to be with us on the seventh, and the whole of the day was like a tempest; the wind blew, the rain fell.

We could hear the rustling of the great boughs; the wind rolled down the great avenues and shook the window frames.
My mother's room that day was the brightest in the house; cheery fire in the silver grate and the profusion of flowers made it so cheerful.

How many times during that day both my father and mother said: "What an uncomfortable journey Miss Reinhart will have!" She ordered a good fire to be lighted in her bedroom and tea to be prepared for her.