"What is to be done?" said Miss Emily; "shall we speak to Mrs. Pennel?"
"Mrs. Pennel would know nothing about her."
"How strangely you talk!—who should, if she doesn't?"
"I mean, she wouldn't understand the dangers of her case."
"Dangers! Do you think she has any disease? She seems to be a healthy child enough, I'm sure. She has a lovely color in her cheeks."
Mr. Sewell seemed suddenly to become immersed in a book he was reading.
"There now," said Miss Emily, with a little tone of pique, "that's the way you always do. You begin to talk with me, and just as I get interested in the conversation, you take up a book. It's too bad."
"Emily," said Mr. Sewell, laying down his book, "I think I shall begin to give Moses Pennel Latin lessons this winter."
"Why, what do you undertake that for?" said Miss Emily. "You have enough to do without that, I'm sure."
"He is an uncommonly bright boy, and he interests me."