“Is that all? Come to me, and I will tell you.”
Ayacanora moved over to her, and sat down at her feet.
“H—e, he, r—o, ro, i—c—a—l, heroical,” said Mrs. Leigh.
“But what does that mean?”
“Grand, good, and brave, like—”
Mrs. Leigh was about to have said the name of one who was lost to her on earth. His fair angelic face hung opposite upon the wall. She paused unable to pronounce his name; and lifted up her eyes, and gazed on the portrait, and breathed a prayer between closed lips, and drooped her head again.
Her pupil caught at the pause, and filled it up for herself—
“Like him?” and she turned her head quickly toward the window.
“Yes, like him, too,” said Mrs. Leigh, with a half-smile at the gesture. “Now, mind your book. Maidens must not look out of the window in school hours.”
“Shall I ever be an English girl?” asked Ayacanora.