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The Master of Greylands. 85 up without the aid of any governess. ‘‘ Good-tempered, but an excel- lent disciplinarian, and very firm with her pupils " “‘I’m not going to have er, mamma,” came the interruption. * Don’t you think it !” “I do not suppose you will have her, Flora. The want of French will be an insuperable objection. How tiresome it is! One seems unable to get everything. The last one who applied was not a sufficient musician for advanced pupils; and therefore could not have under- taken Ethel’s music.” | “As if Ethel needed to learn music still! Why, she plays as well —as well,” concluded the girl, at a loss for any simile. ‘Catch me learning music when I’m as old as Ethel!” ‘*T consider it nonsense myself. But Ethel wishes it, and your papa so foolishly gives in to her whims in all things, that of course she has to be studied in the matter as much as you. It may be months and months before we get a lady who combines all that’s wanted “ere,” Mrs. Castlemaine spoke resentfully. What with one thing and another, she generally was in a state of resentment against Ethel. ‘“‘T hope it may be years and years,”’ cried Flora, leaning her arms on the table and kicking her legs about. ‘I hope we shall never get one at all.” “It would be easy enough to get one, but for this trouble about Ethel’s music,” grumbled Mrs. Castlemaine. “I have a great mind to send her to the Grey Nunnery forherlessons. Sister Charlotte, I know, is perfect on the piano; and she would be thankful for the employment.” “Papa would not let her go to the Nunnery,” said the sharp girl. “ He does not like the Grey Ladies.” ‘“‘¥ suppose he’d not. I’m sure, what with this disqualification and that disqualification, a good governess is as difficult to fix upon as Get off the table, my sweet child,” hastily broke off Mrs. Castlemaine: “here’s your papa.” The Master of Greylands entered the red parlour, after his short in- terview in the yard with Commodore Teague. Miss Flora slipped past him, and disappeared. He saw a good deal to find fault with in her rude, tomboy ways; and she avoided him when she could. Taking the poker, he stirred the ‘fire into a blaze, just as he had, not many minutes before, stirred his own fire upstairs. “Tt is a biting cold day,” he observed. “I think I must have caught a hittle chill, for I seem to feel cold in an unusual degree. What's that ?” Mrs. Castlemaine held the letters still in her hand; and by the ex- pression of her countenance, bent upon the contents, he could per- ceive there was some annoyance. “ This governess does not do: it is as bad as the last. She lacked music ; this one lacks French. Is it not provoking, Jamer?”?) chooks (C(O) in —_)