No sooner had Mr. Phillips entered his house than Emily clung round his neck; Harriett mounted on one knee and played with his hair; Constance got on the other to have a little similar amusement with his beard and whiskers; Hubert clamoured for a ride on papa’s foot; and little Eva cried to leave her nurse’s arms to be taken up by him too.

“I was very glad to hear from Mr. Phillips, that you was coming, Miss Melville; the trouble of the house and the row of the children make it far too much for me, and when one comes home to England for a holiday, they want to have some peace,’ said Mrs. Phillips.  ’Now, Miss Emily, you must be on your good behaviour, now Miss Melville’s come to be your governess.”

“I’m sure I shan’t behave any better to her than to my own dear papa,” said Emily, with a storm of kisses.

“You’re getting up to be a great girl.  I’m sure Miss Melville will be quite shocked at your backwardness.”

“She is a bush child,” said Mr. Brandon, “and has been running wild all her life; you must excuse her for the present, but we hope to see great improvement.”

“I am much afraid you will be disappointed, you dear old boy,” said Emily, who had left her father and come up to Mr. Brandon, who was her particular favourite.  “Keep your spirits up as well as you can; I am not going to be like your wonderful nephews and nieces at Ashfield.  I never saw such ignorant children; they did not know how to make dirt pies, nor could they jump across the ditch, or get up by the trees to the top of the garden wall.  Harriett and I had such a beautiful race round that garden, and they looked on so terrified.”

“They could take the shine out of you at lessons, however,” said Mr. Brandon, “and I won’t take you there again to have another such spirited race till I hear satisfactory accounts of you from Miss Melville.”

“Oh! the race was well enough, but the visit was very slow upon the whole, so I don’t think I will break my heart if I never see the place again.  Harriett may try to deserve it, but I will not take the trouble.”

“I hate books,” said Miss Harriett, “except picture books, and the fairy tales papa reads to us.”

“You must not mind what they say, Miss Melville,” said Mr. Phillips.

“I do not intend to do so.  I hope to make them like their lessons by and by, and in the meantime they must learn them whether they like them or not.”

“You would be astonished, Lily,” said Mr. Phillips, addressing his wife, “to see what a clever, intelligent family of nephews and nieces Peggy has got.  Miss Melville has been good enough to give them some extra instruction, and they certainly have profited by it; but even without that, Peggy has given them every advantage that she possibly could.”

“Oh!  Peggy had always very uppish notions,” said Mrs. Phillips, “it will be a pity if she educates these children above their position.”