"Dear me. What a nice subject it must be!"
"So it is;—the very nicest subject in the world."
"Oh! What is it?"
"I can't tell you now. Good-night!"
"Will you tell me some other time?"
"Yes, yes—that is, I hope I may."
Five minutes later, when Miss Tryphena Wardlow descended to the parlor she found only Trixy, who was rocking ecstatically in her own little chair and thinking of the doll to come.
"Where's Mr. Trewman?" asked the young woman.
"He's gone. He left this book for you, but he took his lesson with him."