Clemence modestly stated her errand.

"A governess? No, I do not wish to employ any such person," replied the
lady, standing and looking as if no more was to be said; and Clemence
could only give a little deprecating bow, and turn away.

She determined, though, not to give up with one effort, for she had
expected rebuffs, and mustering her courage for another trial, and
hoping better success, she rang at the next bell.

This time she was admitted at once, and announced "a lady to see you,
mum," to an elderly lady in black satin and gold spectacles, who was
surrounded by several blooming daughters and a young gentleman
stretched lazily upon the sofa. Clemence again made known her errand.

"N-no," said the lady, hesitatingly, "I guess we don't want a
governess."

"Yes we do, ma, for Julia," spoke up one of the young ladies, "the
Burleighs have got one, and I'm bound they shan't go ahead of us. If
they can afford one, we can. Besides, it sounds more aristocratic."

"But your father will never allow it," replied mamma, anxiously, "he
said only this morning that we must retrench."

"Retrench," responded the amiable daughter, scornfully, "don't preach
economy to me. You know you can wheedle him out of anything, if you want
to. Its only your stinginess. Besides, I want some assistance in my
music. You play, of course?" (turning abruptly to Clemence, who had been
an astonished listener to this dialogue,) "will you give me a specimen
of your style?"

Clemence obeyed this request that, savored more of a command, at once,
and sat down tremblingly to the piano. Music with her was almost a
passion. Indeed, in the old happy days, she had been often told that her
voice and execution would win her both fame and wealth if she were to
make her appearance before the public. But the fond father had said "God
forbid! I could not lie quietly in my grave with my little home nestling
the property of strangers." Clemence had not touched the keys of a piano
since her own, a highly valued gift from the lost one, had been taken
from her. She felt nearly overcome by the memories that came crowding
upon her, but the cold eyes of strangers were upon her, and pride came
to her aid. She began the prelude to a song that required great artistic
skill and expression. Her listeners sat in silence, while her very soul
floated away on the waves of melody. When she had finished, there was
astonishment depicted on every face.

"Good enough for the