She might have indulged herself still further in this way, which gratified both her warm heart and her proud head, if she had not wanted so much to send Ellen to a good school.  The school at Rye was all very well, attended by the daughters of tradesmen and farmers, and taught by women whom Joanna recognized as ladies; but she had long dreamed of sending her little sister to a really good school at Folkestone—­where Ellen would wear a ribbon round her hat and go for walks in a long procession of two-and-two, and be taught wonderful, showy and intricate things by ladies with letters after their names—­whom Joanna despised because she felt sure they had never had a chance of getting married.

She herself had been educated at the National School, and from six to fourteen had trudged to and fro on the Brodnyx road, learning to read and write and reckon and say her catechism....  But this was not good enough for Ellen.  Joanna had made up her mind that Ellen should be a lady; she was pretty and lazy and had queer likes and dislikes—­all promising signs of vocation.  She would never learn to care for Ansdore, with its coarse and crowding occupations, so there was no reason why she should grow up like her sister in capable commonness.  Half unconsciously Joanna had planned a future in which she ventured and toiled, while Ellen wore a silk dress and sat on the drawing-room sofa—­that being the happiest lot she could picture for anyone, though she would have loathed it herself.

In a couple of years Ansdore’s credit once more stood high at Lewes Old Bank, and Ellen could be sent to a select school at Folkestone—­so select indeed that there had been some difficulty about getting her father’s daughter into it.  Joanna was surprised as well as disgusted that the schoolmistress should give herself such airs, for she was very plainly dressed, whereas Joanna had put on all her most gorgeous apparel for the interview; but she had been very glad when her sister was finally accepted as a pupil at Rose Hill House, for now she would have as companions the daughters of clergymen and squires, and learn no doubt to model herself on their refinement.  She might even be asked to their homes for her holidays, and, making friends in their circle, take a short cut to silken immobility on the drawing-room sofa by way of marriage....  Joanna congratulated herself on having really done very well for Ellen, though during the first weeks she missed her sister terribly.  She missed their quarrels and caresses—­she missed Ellen’s daintiness at meals, though she had often smacked it—­she missed her strutting at her side to church on Sunday—­she missed her noisy, remonstrant setting out to school every morning and her noisy affectionate return—­her heart ached when she looked at the little empty bed in her room, and being sentimental she often dropped a tear where she used to drop a kiss on Ellen’s pillow.