“Don’t let us talk about the old fuss at school.”
“Whom do you call the old fuss, Evelyn?”
“Miss Henderson. I don’t like her a bit, Uncle Edward.”
“That is very naughty, Evelyn. Remember, I want you to like her.”
“Why?”
“Because for the present, at least, she is your instructress.”
“But why should I like my instructress?”
“She cannot influence you unless you like her.”
“Then she will never influence me, because I shall never like her,” cried the reckless girl. “I wish you would teach me, Uncle Edward. I should learn from you; you would influence me because I love you.”
“I do try to influence you, Evelyn, and I want you to do a great many things for me.”