"What's that?" asked Mrs. Gano, narrowing her eyes.
Val told her.
"Oh no"—she sat up and looked round—"I sent to the library after Chevalier Bunsen for you and me."
"Let me read you this. You mustn't always think about what I like."
"Nonsense, child; Arnold's book would bore you, and you'd read it so it would bore me. Find Bunsen."
"You let Emmie read you this."
"Emmeline's different. Find Bunsen. You'll like Bunsen."
"Why do you suppose I have such a rage for biographies?" Val demanded, a shade anxiously.
"Partly because you're young."