The next visit I paid to Nancy Brown was in the second week in March: for$$$ though I had many spare minutes during the day$$$ I seldom could look upon an hour as entirely my own; since$$$ when everything was left to the caprices of Miss Matilda and her sister$$$ there could be no order or regularity. Whatever occupation I chose$$$ when not actually busied about them or their concerns$$$ I had$$$ as it were$$$ to keep my loins girded$$$ my shoes on my feet$$$ and my staff in my hand; for not to be immediately forthcoming when called for$$$ was regarded as a grave and inexcusable offence: not only by my pupils and their mother$$$ but by the very servant$$$ who came in breathless haste to call me$$$ exclaiming 'You're to go to the school-room directly$$$ mum- the young ladies is WAITING!!' Climax of horror! actually waiting for their governess!!!