The Governor sat as usual, and must have been expecting her, for he held out his hand as she entered, saying:
“Well, what have you brought?”
She placed it in the hand he held out, and waited whilst he looked at it. This did not take very long, for almost on the instant he looked up, and said:
“I’ll send it to an expert in the city of Lucifram, and get his opinion on it.”
“You think it is very valuable, then?”
“I’m afraid I don’t, except in a way that doesn’t count. But we’ll send it to someone who is unacquainted with the digging, and watering, and heartburning it has necessitated, and therefore who will be less prejudiced than I.”
“When will you send it?”
“To-night; and you will hear the decision in something like a fortnight.”
So then she went away. The next two weeks were passed in waiting, and in the study of those books which Rosalie found more dry and difficult each succeeding day. For there was no one to explain them, and in some parts there seemed nothing but big full-stops and commas, with wide gaps between.
But at the end of that time the frog came to her one morning and said the Governor wished to see her.