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viz., under the guidance of the celebrated dancing master Tenniel, an indefatigable teacher, with his "round your elbows," a perpetual word of command to pupils whose angular arms could not be made to take the graceful contour. "How well I remember Tenniel bringing a portfolio of his son's designs for the Pilgrim's Progress, and showing them with great pride to Miss Cahusac. The illustrations were by the student who has since become the political cartoonist for Punch. Tenniel said that his son's drawings had won a prize at the Society of Arts."

A fondness for music was soon to show itself; an announcement that her mistress would play a sonata of Beethoven's, Annie always greeted with a beaming face. 'As early as fifteen my school-fellow began to think about spiritual questions. With a love of freedom for herself in theology, was combined an anxiety not to unnecessarily shock those who thought orthodoxy essential. No wonder, then, that such a zealous student disliked the needle. It was a rule at Miss Cahusac's that we should do some needlework for "the poor," two hours a week; a task which was enlivened with reading aloud. The governess's inquiry as to who would like to read, was always answered by Anne. Sometimes Elizabeth Cahusac would say with a smile : "I think you had better do a little needlework this evening, Anne." The latter's poor work was always list run upon calico. I once asked my companion why she always did the same thing? "Because I need not think about it." Though years afterwards, as a mother, Anne Gilchrist's needle went swiftly enough.

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