"I was only a girl. Memories are not to be trusted."
"You never tried to correct them?"
"I have heard of you often. You did not seem to want me."
"I have been looking for you," said Mrs. Paragon.
"Have you found what you expected?"
Mrs. Paragon put her hand upon Miranda's arm.
"Indeed I have," she quietly asserted. "I think you are the girl that Peter knew."
"Please," Miranda entreated. Mrs. Paragon had moved too quickly towards her secret. There was a short silence.
"Tell me," said Miranda at last. "When did you begin to look for me?"
"As soon as I knew that Peter needed you."