“Yes; and is it not delightful to see how much larger and heavier he is!”
“Hardly, considering your objections to fine children.”
“Oh, that was only to coarse, over-grown ones. Una is really quite as tall as little Keith, and much more active. You saw he could not play at the game at all, and she was all life and enjoyment, with no notion of shyness.”
“It does not enter into her composition.”
“And she speaks much plainer. I never miss a word she says, and I don’t understand Keith a bit, though he tells such long stories.”
“How backward!”
“Then she knows all her letters by sight—almost all, and Ermine can never get him to tell b from d; and you know how she can repeat so many little verses, while he could not even say, ‘Thank you, pretty cow,’ this morning, when I wanted to hear him.”
“Vast interval!”
“It is only eight months; but then Una is such a bright, forward child.”
“Highly-developed precocity!”