"Old for his age," said Mr. Paragon, nodding between the lines.
Uncle Henry thoughtfully compressed his lips.
"Well," he said, "I suppose the boy will have to find out what he's made of."
"He's very thick next door," suggested Mr. Paragon with a meaning eye.
"I've noticed her, George. She'll soon be finding out a thing or two for herself."
"There's a handsome woman there," said Mr. Paragon.
"Well enough."
They paused again in contemplation of possibilities in Miranda.
"I've had a letter," said Mr. Paragon at last. The headmaster's sheet was handed over, and carefully deciphered.