"A schoolhouse," I remembered.
He glared.
"A schoolhouse?" he questioned. "What for?"
"For the children!" I answered, lowering my eyes. "Did you think there wouldn't be any children? How could there be a House that was a Home without them?"
"Oh, and this fellow, Tait, is going to see to it that they're educated, eh? They're going to have advantages that he didn't have—and all that sort of thing? Very praiseworthy, I'm sure!"
I sprang up from my chair.
"I'm going home, Mr. Hudson, please!" I begged. "There is something wrong with my head."
He smiled.
"It's different from any other woman's head I ever saw," he admitted half grudgingly. "It's level!"
"But indeed you're mistaken!" I plead. "Right this minute I'm—I'm seeing things!"