"Nobody," said Hetty, "and nothing. At least nothing but a tiny linen
chemise."
"Did you drop down out of the clouds in that?" asked Grace with widening
eyes.
"No," said Hetty laughing; "but I came out of the sea in it. I was
washed up as a baby on the Long Sands. There were great storms at the
time and a great many shipwrecks. And nobody ever asked about me. They
must have been all drowned. John Kane, one of Mr Enderby's carters,
picked me up. So you see I am not the kind of girl to be going out to
parties."
"You will have to be very learned if you are going to be a governess,"
said Grace; "I suppose you are always studying."
"I work pretty hard at my books," said Hetty; "but I am not clever. And
how I am ever to be as well informed as Miss Davis I don't know. Some
things I remember quite well, and other things I am always forgetting. I
am sure if I ever get any pupils they will laugh at me. I wish I could
live in a little cottage in the fields, and work in a garden and sell
my flowers."
"I should always come and buy from you," said Grace; "what kind of
flowers would you keep?"
"Oh, roses," said Hetty; "roses and violets.
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