The good Blanche Delebarre made no objection.  In a little while they entered the cottage.  Every thing was homely, but neat and clean.  Jennet was busy at her reel when they entered.  She knew the lady of Castle Holbein, and arose up quickly and in some confusion.  But she soon recovered herself, and welcomed, with a low courtesy, the visitors who had come to grace her humble abode.  When the object of this visit was made known, Jennet replied that the condition of the village children had often pained her, and that she had more than once prayed that some way would open by which they could receive instruction.  She readily accepted the proposal of Nina to become their teacher, and wished to receive no more for the service than what she could now earn by reeling silk.

It did not take long to get the proposed school in operation.  The parents were willing to send their children, the teacher was willing to receive them, and the young lady patroness was willing to meet the expenses.

Nina said nothing to her father of what she was doing.  She wished to surprise him some day, after every thing was going on prosperously.  But a matter of so much interest to the neighborhood could not remain a secret.  The school had not been in operation two days before the baron heard all about it.  But he said nothing to his daughter.  He wished to leave her the pleasure which he knew she desired, that of telling him herself.

At the end of a month Nina presented her father with an account of what she had done with the money he had placed in her hands.  The expenditure had been moderate enough, but the good done was far beyond the baron’s anticipations.  Thirty children were receiving daily instructions; nurses had been employed, and medicines bought for the sick; needy persons, who had no employment, were set to work in making up clothing for children, who, for want of such as was suitable, could not attend the school.  Besides, many other things had been done.  The account was looked over by the Baron Holbein, and each item noted with sincere pleasure.  He warmly commended Nina for what she had done; he praised the prudence with which she had managed what she had undertaken; and begged her to persevere in the good work.

For the space of more than a year did Nina submit to her father, for approval, every month an accurate statement of what she had done, with a minute account of all the moneys expended.  But after that time she failed to render this account, although she received the usual supply, and was as actively engaged as before in works of benevolence among the poor peasantry.  The father often wondered at this, but did not inquire the cause.  He had never asked an account:  to render it had been a voluntary act, and he could not, therefore, ask why it was withheld.  He noticed, however, a change in Nina.  She was more thoughtful, and conversed less openly than before.  If he looked at her intently, her eyes would sink to the floor, and the color deepen on her cheek.  She remained longer in her own room, alone, than she had done since their removal to the castle.  Every day she went out, and almost always took the direction of Blanche Delebarre’s cottage, where she spent several hours.