Stories of a Governess
STORIES
OF A GOVERNESS.
BY
MISS ANNIE FISLER.
NEW YORK:
PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION
AND CHURCH BOOK DEPOSITORY,
762 BROADWAY.
1866.
PUBLISHED THROUGH THE
OFFERINGS OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL OF
TRINITY CHURCH,
PITTSBURGH, PA.
IN REMEMBRANCE
OF PLEASANT DAYS
AT “SOUTHSIDE.”
Stories of a Governess.
CHAPTER I.
The children had all been very eager about the new governess. They hadsat full three minutes at a time, more than once, discoursing abouther, wondering whether she was young or old, whether she was pretty orugly, and whether she was cross or good-tempered. In short, there hadbeen no end to their wonderings; but they could not agree, and so satwaiting full of curiosity till she should come down stairs.
Lillie sat on the floor in front of the grate, her chin on her hands,her eyes fixed on the bright fire. Frank was watching the door, in avery unnatural sort of quietness for a boy, with Tan curled up at hisfeet; and Jennie was nervously6 tearing off the corners of her book,since it had grown too dark to read it, thinking that Miss Lane was avery long time in taking off her cloak.
On the sofa lay a plump little darling, with a pair of dark soft eyesshining out of the stillness; one round rosy cheek rested upon herpretty brown hand, and the silky hair was tangled by her race with Tanon the piazza. Nobody knew what Rosie was thinking, for Rosie did nottalk much—did not tell all the puzzles in her child-brain, though itwas quite full of them, like any other child’s.
Outside, the wind had gone down, but the bare