‘So that no one in that school starts life with an advantage over our daughter.’
‘I think it’s a stupid waste of money. What would such a person be able to do for her that I can’t?’
Abel didn’t reply, but the next morning he placed advertisements in the Chicago Tribune, The New York Times and the London Times, seeking applicants for the post of governess, stating clearly the terms offered. Hundreds of replies came in from all over the country from highly qualified women who wanted to work for the chairman of the Baron Group. Letters arrived from Radcliffe, Vassar and Smith; there was even one from the Federal Reformatory for Women. But it was the reply from a lady who had obviously never heard of the Chicago Baron that intrigued him most.
The Old Rectory
Much Hadham
Hertfordshire
12 September 1938
Dear Sir,
In reply to your advertisement in the personal column on the front page of today’s issue of The Times, I should like to be considered for the post of governess to your daughter.
I am thirty-two years of age, being the sixth daughter of the Very Rev. L. H. Tredgold and a spinster of the parish of Much Hadham in Hertfordshire. I am at present teaching in the local grammar school and assisting my father in his work as Rural Dean.
I was educated at Cheltenham Ladies College, where I read Latin, Greek, French and English for my higher matriculation, before taking up a closed scholarship to Newnham College, Cambridge. At the University, I sat my finals, gaining first class awards in all three parts of the Modern Language tripos. I do not hold a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University, as their statutes preclude such awards for women.
I am available for interview at any time and I would welcome the opportunity to work in the New World.
I look forward to your reply, while remaining your obedient servant,
Abel found it hard to accept that there was such an institution as Cheltenham Ladies College or indeed such a place as Much Hadham, and he was certainly suspicious of claims of first-class awards without degrees.
He asked his secretary to place a call to Washington. When he was finally put through to the person he wished to speak to, he read the letter aloud.
The voice from Washington confirmed that every claim in the letter could be accurate; there was no reason to doubt its credibility.
‘Are you sure there really is an establishment called Cheltenham Ladies College?’ Abel insisted.
‘Most certainly I am, Mr. Rosnovski — I was educated there myself,’ replied the British ambassador’s secretary.
That night Abel read the letter over again, this time to Zaphia.
‘What do you think?’ he asked, although he had already made up his mind.
‘I don’t like the sound of her,’ said Zaphia, not looking up from the magazine she was reading. ‘If we must have someone, why can’t she be an American?’
‘Think of the advantages Florentyna would have if she were tutored by an English governess,’ Abel paused. ‘She’d even be company for you.’
This time Zaphia did look up from her magazine. ‘Why? Are you hoping she’ll educate me as well?’
Abel didn’t reply.
The following morning he sent a cable to Much Hadham offering Miss Tredgold the position of governess.
Three weeks later when Abel went to pick up the lady from the Twentieth Century Limited at the La Salle Street Station, he knew immediately he had made the right decision. As she stood alone on the platform, three suitcases of differing sizes and vintages by her side, she could not have been anyone but Miss Tredgold. She was tall, thin and slightly imperious, and the bun that crowned her head gave her fully two inches in height over her employer. Zaphia, however, treated Miss Tredgold as an intruder who had come to undermine her maternal position, and when she accompanied her to her daughter’s room, Florentyna was nowhere to be seen. Two eyes peered suspiciously up from under the bed. Miss Tredgold spotted the girl first and fell on her knees.
‘I am afraid I won’t be able to help you very much if you remain there, child. I’m far too big to live under a bed.’
Florentyna burst out laughing and crawled out.
‘What a funny voice you have,’ she said. ‘Where do you come from?’
‘England,’ said Miss Tredgold, taking a seat beside her on the bed.
‘Where’s that?’
‘About a week away.’
‘Yes, but how far?’
‘That would depend on how you traveled during the week. How many ways could I have traveled such a long distance? Can you think of three?’
Florentyna concentrated. ‘From my house I’d take a bicycle and when I’d reached the end of America, I’d take a...’
Neither of them noticed that Zaphia had left the room.
It was only a few days before Florentyna turned Miss Tredgold into the brother and sister she could never have.
Florentyna would spend hours just listening to her new companion, and Abel watched with pride as the middle-aged spinster — he could never think of her as thirty-two, his own age — taught his four-year-old daughter subjects that ranged over areas he would have liked to know more about himself.
Abel asked George one morning if he could name Henry VIII’s six wives — if he couldn’t, it might be wise for them to acquire two more governesses from Cheltenham Ladies College before Florentyna ended up knowing more than they did. Zaphia did not want to know about Henry VIII or his wives, and she still felt that Florentyna should be brought up according to the simple Polish traditions that had been her own education, but she had long since given up trying to convince Abel on that subject. Zaphia carried out a routine that made it possible for her to avoid the new governess most of the day.
Miss Tredgold’s daily routine, on the other hand, owed as much to the discipline of a Grenadier Guard officer as to the teachings of Maria Montessori. Florentyna rose at seven o’clock and with a straight spine that never touched the back of her chair received instruction in table manners and posture until she had left the breakfast room. Between seven-thirty and seven forty-five Miss Tredgold would pick out two or three items from the Chicago Tribune, read and discuss them with her and then question her on them an hour later. Florentyna took an immediate interest in what the President was doing, perhaps because he seemed to be named after her bear. Miss Tredgold found she had to use a considerable amount of her spare time diligently learning the strange American system of government to be certain no question that her ward might ask would go unanswered.
From nine to twelve, Florentyna and FDR attended nursery school, where they indulged in the more normal pursuits of her contemporaries. When Miss Tredgold came to pick her up each afternoon it was easy to discern whether Florentyna had selected the clay, the scissors and paste or the finger painting that day. At the end of every play school session she was taken straight home for a bath and a change of clothes with a ‘Tut, tut’ and an occasional ‘I just don’t know.’
In the afternoon, Miss Tredgold and Florentyna would set off on some expedition the governess had carefully planned that morning without Florentyna’s knowledge — although this didn’t stop Florentyna from always trying to find out beforehand what Miss Tredgold had arranged.
‘What are we going to do today?’ or ‘Where are we going?’ Florentyna would demand.
‘Be patient, child.’
‘Can we still do it if it rains?’
‘Only time will tell. But if we can’t, be assured I shall have a contingency plan.’
‘What’s a ’tingency plan?’ asked Florentyna, puzzled.