Enderby.
Hetty was pleased at being wanted, and soon felt at home with the
strange little girls, who at once took a great fancy to her. Seeing she
could give pleasure her spirits rose high, and she became exceedingly
merry, and said some very amusing things.
"I think," said Edith, the elder of the young visitors, "that you must
be the girl who told such funny stories one evening when mamma dined
here. She said it was as good as going to the theatre."
"That was a long time ago," said Hetty; "I am not funny now. At least,
very seldom."
"I think you are funny to-day," said Grace, the second sister; "I wish
you would come to our house and act for us, as you did then."
"I don't go to houses," said Hetty, shaking her head; "I belonged to
Mrs. Rushton then, and she meant me to be a lady. 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.
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