If you please, I'll bring her up." So nurse departed.
"Charming!" cried Ethel, "that's your capital management, Flora; nurse thinks she has done it all herself." "She is your charge though," said Flora, "coming from your own beloved Cocksmoor." Lucy Taylor came in, looking very nice, and very shy, curtseying low, in extreme awe of the pale lady in bed.

Margaret was much pleased with her, and there was no more to be done but to settle that she should come on Saturday, and to let nurse take her into the town to invest her with the universal blackness of the household, where the two Margarets were the only white things.
This arranged, and the walking party set forth, Ethel sat down by her sister's bed, and began to assist in unpicking the merino, telling Margaret how much obliged she was to her for thinking of it, and how grieved at having been so ungrateful in the morning.

She was very happy over her contrivances, cutting out under her sister's superintendence.
She had forgotten the morning's annoyance, till Margaret said, "I have been thinking of what you said about Miss Winter, and really I don't know what is to be done." "Oh, Margaret, I did not mean to worry you," said Ethel, sorry to see her look uneasy.
"I like you to tell me everything, dear Ethel; but I don't see clearly the best course.

We must go on with Miss Winter." "Of course," said Ethel, shocked at her murmurs having even suggested the possibility of a change, and having, as well as all the others, a great respect and affection for her governess.
"We could not get on without her even if I were well," continued Margaret; "and dear mamma had such perfect trust in her, and we all know and love her so well--it would make us put up with a great deal." "It is all my own fault," said Ethel, only anxious to make amends to Miss Winter.

"I wish you would not say anything about it." "Yes, it does seem wrong even to think of it," said Margaret, "when she has been so very kind.