Do go." And she sat down with a gesture of despair on one of the benches, and proceeded to adjust her unruly hat.

While doing this she looked up at Roger, who stood meekly before her with her belongings.
"Thanks! Don't mind holding them; put them down anywhere, Roger, and do, there's a dear boy, go and help father and the others in that horrid, horrid cabin." Roger, more flurried and docile than he had felt himself for a long while, dropped the baggage, and thrusting the dog into Armstrong's hands, flew off to obey the behests of his new cousin.
The young lady now looked up in charming bewilderment at the tutor, who could not fail to read the question in her eyes, and felt called upon to answer it.
"May I introduce myself ?" said he.

"I am Frank Armstrong, Roger's tutor." "I'm so glad," said she with a little laugh.

"I'd imagined you a horrid elderly person with a white cravat and tortoise-shell spectacles.

It _is_ such a relief!" And she sighed at the mere recollection of her forebodings.
"There's no saying what we may become in time," said Mr Armstrong.
"I suppose," said she, eyeing him curiously once more, "you're the other trustee, or whatever it's called?
I hope you and father will get on well.