"And would it make you strong or happy to go and live as a dependent amongst utter strangers? It would not. And the experiment must not be tried; I tell you it would fail. It is not in your nature to bear the desolate life governesses generally lead; you would fall ill. I won't hear of it."
And Miss Keeldar paused, having uttered this prohibition very decidedly. Soon she recommenced, still looking somewhat _courrouce_, "Why, it is my daily pleasure now to look out for the little cottage bonnet and the silk scarf glancing through the trees in the lane, and to know that my quiet, shrewd, thoughtful companion and monitress is coming back to me; that I shall have her sitting in the room to look at, to talk to or to let alone, as she and I please. This may be a selfish sort of language--I know it is--but it is the language which naturally rises to my lips, therefore I utter it."
"I would write to you, Shirley."

"And would it make you strong or happy to go and live as a dependent amongst utter strangers? It would not. It is not in your nature to bear the desolate life governesses generally lead; you would fall ill. I won't hear of it."
And Miss Keeldar paused, having said this very decidedly. Soon she went on, "Why, it is my daily pleasure now to look out for you, to know that my quiet, shrewd companion and monitress is coming; that I shall have her sitting in the room to look at or to talk to, as we please. This may be selfish, but it is true."
"I would write to you, Shirley."
