"So far you might
suit: but in other respects--I hardly know what to think."
"But why?" asked the other timidly, blushing a little under the intent
gaze.
"Well, you are very young, for one thing; and they might think you too
good-looking."
The girl's blush grew red as a rose; she had delicate features and it
made her look uncommonly pretty. A half-smile sat in her soft, dark
hazel eyes.
"Surely that could not be an impediment. I am not so good-looking as all
that!"
"That's as people may think," was the significant answer. "Some families
will not take a pretty governess--afraid of their sons, you see. This
family says nothing about looks; for aught I know there may be no sons
in it. 'Thoroughly competent'--reading from the letter--'a gentlewoman
by birth, of agreeable manners and lady-like. Salary, first year, to be
forty pounds.'"
"And will you not recommend me?" pleaded the young governess, her voice
full of soft entreaty. "Oh, please do! I know I should be found fully
competent, and I promise you that I would do my very best."
"Well, there may be no harm in my writing to the lady about you,"
decided Mrs.
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