"Why, don't you know where you have been living?"
"I know the place when I see it. I could not find my way to it."
"Then you can't have the organ of locality. Do you know about organs, and bumps on the head? That's what is called phrenology. Mamma thinks a great deal of phrenology; she'll be examining your head, the first thing."
"Examining my head!"
"Yes, to find out what you are, you know. She has a little map, with everything marked on it? so she'll feel your head to see where the bumps are, and where she finds a bump she will look in her map to see what's there, and then she'll know you have it."
"What?" said Rotha.
"That; whatever the map says the bump ought to be."
"There are no bumps on my head," said Rotha a little proudly; "it is quite round."
"O you're mistaken; everybody has bumps; when the head is round, it means something, I forget what; whether bad or good. Mamma'll know; and she'll judge you by your head. How long have you known Mr. Southwode?"
"I don't know."