“Because—I think—you are the cleverest.”
“Good little boy! Well, then, I will. Who are you?”
“I am Compton. Who are you, please?”
“I am Ruperta.”
“I never heard that name before.”
“No more did I. I think they measured me for it: you live in the great house there, don't you?”
“Yes, Ruperta.”
“Well, then, I live in the little house. It is not very little either. It's Highmore. I saw you in church one day; is that lady with the hair your mamma?”
“Yes, Ruperta.”
“She is beautiful.”