'She came in the beginning of February—nearly ten months ago—is not it?'
'And who sent her?'
'I really don't know; papa tells me so little—he arranged it all himself, I think.'
Cousin Monica made a sound of acquiescence—her lips closed and a nod, frowning hard at the bars.
'It is very odd!' she said; 'how people can be such fools!' Here there came a little pause. 'And what sort of person is she—do you like her?'
'Very well—that is, pretty well. You won't tell?—but she rather frightens me. I'm sure she does not intend it, but somehow I am very much afraid of her.'
'She does not beat you?' said Cousin Monica, with an incipient frenzy in her face that made me love her.
'Oh no!'
'Nor ill-use you in any way?'