“It is a very good plan indeed, dear guardian, and we could not do better.”
“Sure, little woman?”
Quite sure. I had had a moment’s time to think, since I had urged that duty on myself, and I was quite sure.
“Good,” said my guardian. “It shall be done. Carried unanimously.”
“Carried unanimously,” I repeated, going on with my work.
It was a cover for his book-table that I happened to be ornamenting. It had been laid by on the night preceding my sad journey and never resumed. I showed it to him now, and he admired it highly. After I had explained the pattern to him and all the great effects that were to come out by and by, I thought I would go back to our last theme.
“You said, dear guardian, when we spoke of Mr. Woodcourt before Ada left us, that you thought he would give a long trial to another country. Have you been advising him since?”
“Yes, little woman, pretty often.”
“Has he decided to do so?”
“I rather think not.”