"Matilda is like nothing that is not sweet," said Mrs. Laval fondly, looking at the little head.
"Well, I am sure hyacinths are sweet," said Norton. "Mamma, will you let me teach her?"
"You will not have time."
"I will. I have plenty of time."
"What will you teach her?"
"Everything I learn myself—if you say so."
"Perhaps she would like better to go to school."
"She wouldn't," said Norton. "She likes everything that I say."
"Does she!" said his mother laughing. "That is dangerous flattery, Norton."
"Her cheeks are just the colour of the inside of a pink shell," said Norton. "Mamma, there is not a thing ungraceful about her."