"I cannot tell - probably as long as I stay anywhere on this scene of action."
"You do not mean ever to come home?" I said.
"What is 'home,' Miss Daisy?" he replied, looking at me.
"It is where we were born," said papa.
"Would your daughter say so?"
"No," I answered; for I was born at Magnolia. "But I think home is where we have lived, - is it not?"
"Melbourne?" Mr. Dinwiddie suggested.
"No," said I; "it is not Melbourne now, to be sure; but neither could it be possibly any place in Europe, or Asia."
"Are you sure? Not in any circumstances?"
I cannot tell what, in his tone or look, drove his meaning home. But I felt the colour rise in my face and I could not answer.