The Young Step-Mother
It was a pretty bay-windowed room, and looked cheerful in the firelight. Lucy's tongue was at once unloosed, telling that Gilbert's tutor, Mr. Salsted, had insisted on his having his tooth extracted, and that he had refused, saying it was quite well; but Lucy gave it as her opinion that he much preferred the toothache to his lessons.
'Where does Mr. Salsted live?'
'At Tremblam, about two miles off; Gilbert rides the pony over there every day, except when he has the toothache, and then he stays at home.'
'And what do you do?'
'We went to Miss Belmarche till the end of our quarter, and since that we have been at home, or with grandmamma. Do you really mean that we are to study with you?'
'I should like it, my dear. I have been looking forward very much to teaching you and Sophia.'
'Thank you, mamma.'
The word was said with an effort as if it came strangely, but it thrilled Albinia's heart, and she k