"I do not think it was that, Dr. Sandford."
"Do you know what it was?"
"I think I do," I said, a little unwillingly.
"She is getting very much the look of her mother," Mrs. Sandford remarked again. "Don't you see it, Grant?"
"I see more than that," he answered. "Daisy, do you think this governess of yours has been a good governess?"
I looked wearily out of the window, and cast a weary mental look over the four years of algebraics and philosophy at the bright little child I saw at the further end of them.
"I think I have grown dull, Dr. Sandford," I said.
He came up behind me, and put his arms round me, taking my hand in his, and spoke in quite a different tone.
"Daisy, have you found many 'wonderful things' at Magnolia?"