Chapter Four
Pip Toogood loved mornings—there was something about watching dawn steal across the sky that made her heart quietly sing—but for the past three weeks she’d been flinging back her bedcovers with even more than her usual enthusiasm.
There were two reasons for this, and their names were Edith and Frances Rumpole.
Pip had been a governess for seven years. In her previous positions, her time had been filled with spelling and arithmetic, geography and French. In Baron Rumpole’s household those things still took up the greater part of her day, but the main lesson she was trying to teach the baron’s daughters—the single most important thing—was belief in themselves.
It was a lesson she could impart regardless of what they were actually studying. French, arithmetic, geography—those
