But now she is dead, and it is settled that I am not to be a lady when I am grown up.

I am only to be a governess, and work for myself." "But governesses are ladies," said Edith; "a dear friend of ours is a governess, and there never was a nicer lady." "Oh, I know," said Hetty; "Miss Davis is quite the same.

But I mean, I am not to be the kind of lady that goes out to parties." "Well, I will try and get you leave to come to our party," said Edith.
"We are going to have one before the holidays are over." "I don't think you will get leave from Mrs.Enderby," said Hetty; "and then I have no frock." "They must get you a frock somewhere," said Grace; "I could send you one of mine." "That would give offence, I am sure," said Hetty smiling.

"It is not for the trouble of getting the frock that Mrs.Enderby would keep me from going.

She does not wish me to get accustomed to such things." "Then she is horrid," cried Edith; "making you just like Cinderella." "No, no," said Hetty, "you must not say that.