Now, thank God, people who could afford to pay well for a governess wanted a trained teacher, not an untrained gentlewoman for their children.
But Betty did not waste much time staring at herself.

Throwing her head back with what had become a characteristic gesture, she went off and called her sisters and brothers before running lightly down the back stairs.
Nanna was already pottering about the kitchen.

She had laid and lit the fire, and put the kettle on to boil for Mrs.Tosswill's early cup of tea.
The old woman looked up as Betty came into the kitchen, and a rather touching expression came over her old face.

She had a strong, almost a maternal affection for her eldest nurseling, and she wondered how Miss Betty was feeling this morning.

Nanna had been told of the coming visitor by Timmy, but with that peculiar touch of delicacy so often found in her class, she had said nothing about it to Betty.
"Well, Nanna?
I expect Mrs.Tosswill has told you that Mr.Radmore is coming to-day, and that he's to have George's room." Nanna nodded.