"Yes, I am. Why not? It's high time, speakin' of values, that young Posy should know just what she cost us. I say it's part of her education, the part she couldn't learn at school. She's eighteen. She knows, I take it, that she didn't drop from heaven into the middle of a gooseberry bush?"
At this Susan, not Posy, blushed. It was the girl who said, calmly:
"You are quite right, father. I ought to know what I've cost both of you." She looked at her mother tenderly, and spoke in a softer voice: "Is it true that you nearly died?"
"Yes."
"And so did I," said Quinney.
Posy's eyes filled with tears.
"I shall always remember that," she murmured.
CHAPTER XVI
A BUSINESS PROPOSITION
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