'Why, you've no classes, nor lectures, nor master, and only just a mere
daily governess.'

Dolores did not mean this to be heard beyond her neighbour, but Mysie
demanded--

'What, do you want to be doing lessons all day long?'

'No, but good governesses never are daily!'

'That's a pity,' said Gillian, turning round on her. 'Perhaps you
don't know that Miss Vincent has a First Class Cambridge Certificate in
everything, and is daily, because she likes to live with her mother.'

'I think,' added Lady Merrifield, with a smile, 'that Dolores has been
in the way of seeing more clever people, and getting superior teaching
of some kind, but we will do the best we can for her, and try not to
let her miss many advantages.'

Dolores felt a little abashed, and decidedly angry at being put in the
wrong.

The elders kindly turned away the general attention from her. There
was a great deal of merry family fun going on, which was quite like a
new language to her. Fergus and Primrose wanted to go out in search of
blackberries. Gillian undertook to drive them in the cart, but as the
donkey had once or twice refused to cross a little stream of water that
traversed the road, the brothers foretold that she would ignominiously
come back again.