She laughed joyously;

"We give a single rose for a rose-tree that bears seven times
seven. Daily I see more, and you are going where you will be
instructed. As you know my mother prefers for a time to have my
cousin with her to help her with the book she means to write. So
I shall have time to myself. What do you think I shall do?"

"Blow away on a great wind. Ride on the crests of tossing waves.
Catch a star to light the fireflies!"

She laughed like a bird's song.

"Wrong - wrong! I shall be a student. All I know as yet has come
to me by intuition, but there is Law as well as Love and I will
learn. I have drifted like a happy cloud before the wind. Now I
will learn to be the wind that blows the clouds."

I looked at her in astonishment. If a flower had desired the same
thing it could scarcely have seemed more incredible, for I had
thought her whole life and nature instinctive not intellective.
She smiled as one who has a beloved secret to keep.

"When you have gained what in this country they call The
Knowledge of Regeneration, come back and ask me what I have
learnt."

She would say no more of that and turned to another matter,
speaking with earnestness;