“Is it dangerous where you go, Papa?” she recalled asking him.
“Sometimes,” he replied. “But it’s always best to be prepared for the worst. Therefore, because I carry what you would call a gun, I know I can protect myself however dangerous the enemy might be.”
She remembered thinking at the time of her father shooting people instead of birds and she knew now that it was what she might want to do but for a different reason.
She found that the bullets were also in the drawer and took them and the revolver to her bedroom and put it right at the bottom of the case she was packing.
She had no wish to discuss the reason why she was taking it with Betty and then she began to pile on top of it the clothes she thought were most suitable for a Governess.
Fortunately those she had worn at school
