I Was Already Beginning To Realize That

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

Watch With Glittering Eyes The Whole World Around You.

It Is Most Unlikely. But--here Comes The Big "but"--not Impossible.

I Shall Never Have A Bath Again," I Said. "just Dont Have One Too Often," My Grandmother Said. "once A Month Is Quite Enough For A Sensible Child." It Was At Times Like These That I Loved My Grandmother More Than Ever.

In Any Event, Parents Never Underestimated The Abilities Of Their Own Children. Quite The Reverse. Sometimes It Was Well Nigh Impossible For A Teacher To Convince The Proud Father Or Mother That Their Beloved Offspring Was A Complete Nitwit.