Sometimes the Governor ordered her to breakfast with him, and 'never left
off chaffing her' till his newspaper came, and 'sometimes he said such
things he made her cry,' and then he only 'boshed her more,' and packed her
away to her room; but she was by chalks nicer than him, talk as he might.
'_Was_ not she nicer? was not she? was not she?' Upon this point she was so
strong and urgent that I was obliged to reply by a protest against awarding
the palm of elegance between parent and child, and declaring I liked her
very much, which I attested by a kiss.
'I know right well which of us you do think's the nicest, and no mistake,
only you're afraid of him; and he had no business boshing me last night
before you. I knew he was at it, though I couldn't twig him altogether; but
wasn't he a sneak, now, wasn't he?'
This was a still more awkward question; so I kissed her again, and said she
must never ask me to say of my uncle in his absence anything I could not
say to his face.
At which speech she stared at me for a while, and then treated me to one of
her hearty laughs, after which she seemed happier, and gradually grew into
better humour with her father.
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