“No, darling, I have asked Jane, and if her mother can spare her, Jane it shall be.  She is just what you need,—­sensible and kind, intelligent and capable; not ashamed to do anything for you, and able to teach you a great deal in a pleasant way.  Mrs. Homer approves of her, and I am sure you will be glad by-and-by; for travelling is not all ‘fun,’ as you expect, and I don’t want you to be a burden on our friends.  You two young things can take care of each other while the Professor and his wife are busy with their own affairs; and Jane is a far better companion for you than that coquettish French woman, who will probably leave you in the lurch as soon as you reach Paris.  I shouldn’t have a moment’s peace if you were left with her, but I have entire confidence in Jane Bassett because she is faithful, discreet, and a true lady in all things.”

There was no more to be said, and Ethel pouted in vain.  Jane accepted the place with joy; and after a month of delightful hurry they were off, one all eagerness for the new world, the other full of tender regret for the dear souls left behind.  How they got on, and what they learned, remains to be told.

“Come, Miss Bassett, we can’t see them any longer, so we may as well begin to enjoy ourselves.  You might take those things down below, and settle the stateroom a bit; I’m going to walk about and get my bearings before lunch.  You will find me somewhere round.”

Ethel spoke with a little tone of command, having made up her mind to be mistress and keep Jane Bassett in her place, though she did know three languages and sketched much better than Miss Amory.

Jenny, as we who are going to be her bosom friends will call her, nodded cheerfully, and looked about for the stairway; for, never having been on a steamer before, she was rather bewildered.

“I’ll show you the way, my dear.  I always get my things settled at once, as one never knows when one may have to turn in.  The Professor will go with you, Ethel; it is not proper for you to roam about alone;” and with that hint Mrs. Homer led the way below, privately wondering how these young persons were going to get on together.

Jane swallowed her “heimweh” in silence, and bestirred herself so well that soon the stateroom looked very cosy with the wrappers laid ready, the hanging bags tacked up, and all made ship-shape for the ten days’ trip.

“But where are your comforts?  You have given Ethel all the room, the lower berth, and the best of everything,” said Mrs. Homer, popping in her head to see how her quiet neighbor got on.

“Oh, I live in my trunk; I didn’t bring half as many little luxuries as Ethel did, so I don’t need as much room.  I’m used to living in corners like a mouse, and I get on very well,” answered Jane, looking very like a mouse just then, as she peeped out of the upper berth, with her gray gown, bright eyes, and quick nod of contentment.