Once a week Margaret invited David to dinner at the big house. As a rule, Kate preferred to eat dinner in the kitchen with the servants, where she did not have to mind her manners. But on Friday nights when David came, Kate sat in the big dining room. David usually came alone, but occasionally he would bring a female guest and Kate would hate her instantly.
Kate would get David alone for a moment and say, with sweet innocence, "I've never seen hair that shade of blond," or, "She certainly has peculiar taste in dresses, hasn't she?" or, "Did she use to be one of Madam Agnes's girls?"
When Kate was fourteen, her headmistress sent for Margaret. "I run a respectable school, Mrs. McGregor. I'm afraid your Kate is a bad influence."
Margaret sighed. "What's she done now?"
"She's teaching the other children words they've never heard before." Her face was grim. "I might add, Mrs. McGregor, that I've never heard some of the words before. I can't imagine where the child picked them up."
Margaret could. Kate picked them up from her street friends. Well, Margaret decided, it is time to end all that.
The headmistress was saying, "I do wish you would speak to her. We'll give her another chance, but - "
"No. I have a better idea. I'm going to send Kate away to school."
When Margaret told David her idea, he grinned. "She's not going to like that."
"I can't help it. Now the headmistress is complaining about the language Kate uses. She gets it from those prospectors she's always following around. My daughter's starting to sound like them, look like them and smell like them. Frankly, David, I don't understand her at all. I don't know why she behaves as she does. She's pretty, she's bright, she's - "
"Maybe she's too bright."
"Well, too bright or not, she's going away to school."
When Kate arrived home that afternoon, Margaret broke the news to her.
Kate was furious. "You're trying to get rid of me!"
"Of course I'm not, darling. I just think you'd be better off - "
"I'm better off here. All my friends are here. You're trying to separate me from my friends."
"If you're talking about that riffraff you - "
"They're not riffraff. They're as good as anybody."
"Kate, I'm not going to argue with you. You're going away to a boarding school for young ladies, and that's that."
"I'll kill myself," Kate promised.
"All right, darling. There's a razor upstairs, and if you look around, I'm sure you'll find various poisons in the house."
Kate burst into tears. "Please don't do this to me, Mother."
Margaret took her in her arms. "It's for your own good, Kate. You'll be a young woman soon. You'll be ready for marriage. No man is going to marry a girl who talks and dresses and behaves the way you do."
"That's not true," Kate sniffled. "David doesn't mind."
"What does David have to do with this?"
"We're going to be married."
Margaret sighed. "I'll have Mrs. Talley pack your things."
There were half a dozen good English boarding schools for young girls. Margaret decided that Cheltenham, in Gloucestershire, was best suited for Kate. It was a school noted for its rigid discipline. It was set on acres of land surrounded by high battlements and, according to its charter, was founded for the daughters of noblemen and gentlemen. David did business with the husband of the headmistress, Mrs. Keaton, and he had no trouble arranging for Kate to be enrolled there.
When Kate heard where she was going, she exploded anew. "I've heard about that school! It's awful. I'll come back like one of those stuffed English dolls. Is that what you'd like?"
"What I would like is for you to learn some manners," Margaret told her.
"I don't need manners. I've got brains."
"That's not the first thing a man looks for in a woman," Margaret said dryly, "and you're becoming a woman."
"I don't want to become a woman," Kate screamed. "Why the bloody hell can't you just leave me alone?"
"I will not have you using that language."
And so it went until the morning arrived when Kate was to leave. Since David was going to London on a business trip, Margaret asked, "Would you mind seeing that Kate gets to school safely? The Lord only knows where she'll end up if she goes on her own."
"I'll be happy to," David said.
"You! You're as bad as my mother! You can't wait to get rid of me."
David grinned. "You're wrong. I can wait."
They traveled by private railway car from Klipdrift to Cape Town and from there by ship to Southampton. The journey took four weeks. Kate's pride would not let her admit it, but she was thrilled to be traveling with David. It's like a honeymoon, she thought, except that we're not married. Not yet.
Aboard ship, David spent a great deal of time working in his stateroom. Kate curled up on the couch, silently watching him, content to be near him.
Once she asked, "Don't you get bored working on all those figures, David?"
He put down his pen and looked at her. "They're not just figures, Kate. They're stories."
"What kind of stories?"
"If you know how to read them, they're stories about companies we're buying or selling, people who work for us. Thousands of people all over the world earn a living because of the company your father founded."
"Am I anything like my father?"
"In many ways, yes. He was a stubborn, independent man."
"Am I a stubborn, independent woman?"