aids vowed that
they heard Miss Rosa crying, and mamma scolding in her bedroom for all
she was so soft-spoken. How was that jug broke, and that chair smashed
in the bedroom, that day there was such a awful row up there?

Mrs. Mackenzie played admirably, in the old-fashioned way, dances,
reels, and Scotch and Irish tunes, the former, of which filled James
Binnie's soul with delectation. The good mother naturally desired that
her darling should have a few good lessons of the piano while she was in
London. Rosey was eternally strumming upon an instrument which had been
taken upstairs for her special practice; and the Colonel, who was always
seeking to do harmless jobs of kindness for his friends, bethought him
of little Miss Cann, the governess at Ridley's, whom he recommended as
an instructress. "Anybody whom you recommend I'm sure, dear Colonel, we
shall like," said Mrs. Mackenzie, who looked as black as thunder,
and had probably intended to have Monsieur Quatremains or Signor
Twankeydillo; and the little governess came to her pupil. Mrs. Mackenzie
treated her very gruffly and haughtily at first; but as soon as she
heard Miss Cann play, the widow was pacified--nay, charmed. Monsieur
Quatremains charged a guinea for three-quarters of an hour; while Miss
Cann thankfully took five shillings for an hour and a half; and the
difference of twenty lessons, for which dear Uncle James paid, went into
Mrs. Mackenzie's pocket, and thence probably on to her pretty shoulders
and head in the shape of a fine silk dress and a beautiful French
bonnet, in which Captain Goby said, upon his life, she didn't look
twenty.

The little governess trotting home after her lesson would often look in
to Clive's studio in Charlotte Street, where her two boys, as she called
Clive and J. J., were at work each at his easel. Clive used to laugh,
and tell us, who joked him about the widow and her daughter, what Miss
Cann said about them. Mrs. Mack was not all honey, it appeared. If
Rosey played incorrectly, mamma flew at her with prodigious vehemence of
language, and sometimes with a slap on poor Rosey's back. She must make
Rosey wear tight boots, and stamp on her little feet if they refused to
enter into the slipper. I blush for the indiscretion of Miss Cann; but
she actually told J. J., that mamma insisted upon lacing her so tight,
as nearly to choke the poor little lass. Rosey did not fight: Rosey
always yielded; and the scolding over and the tears dri