"My dear Sheila,--Why did you not write to me long, long ago, and tell me that you and your Aunt Margaret did not get on well together! I remember as a girl that she was somewhat 'crotchetty.' I am not going to write you a long letter. I want you to come to us . Be my children's governess--and I really do want a governess for them--but remember that you are coming to your mother's friend and schoolmate, and that although you will receive £100 a year--if that is too little let us agree for £160--it does not mean that you will be anything else to me but the daughter of your dear mother. Now I must tell you that Minerva Downs is a difficult place to reach, and that you will have to ride all the way from Townsville--250 miles--but that will be nothing to an Australian-born girl 'wid Oirish blo
