But no smile ruffled Daphne's gravity.
"Were you a—a sort of a teacher?" she questioned.
"Yes, a sort of a teacher," admitted the Intruding Lady.
"Where?" asked Daphne.
"Oh, on houseboats and yachts and things," smiled the Intruding Lady. "Just a sort of traveling teacher. That's why I didn't quite understand your father at first—I suppose," she acknowledged. "Our lives were so far apart."
"Do you think you understand me?" whispered Daphne.
"Oh, I understand you perfectly," smiled the Intruding Lady.
"Then what are you going to teach me?" quivered Daphne. "There are so many things I want to know! Who Lost Man was! Why people like the Outlaw are! Did—did Sheridan Kaire—break his word on purpose to free me?"
From the Intruding Lady's merry eyes a most astonishing tear rolled suddenly.
"First of all, Little Girl," she said, "I'm going to try very— 240 very hard to teach you to love me!"