express anything, but to my fancy they concealed a good deal.
She remarked that the roads were easy.

"Oh, it was not here," said my aunt; "it was at the North,
where the roads are not like our pine forests. However, the
roads were not dangerous there, that I know of; not for
anybody but a child. But horses and carriages are always
dangerous."

Miss Pinshon next applied herself to me. What did I know?
"beside this whip accomplishment," as she said. I was tongue-
tied. It did not seem to me that I knew anything. At last I
said so. Preston exclaimed. I looked at him to beg him to be
still; and I remember how he smiled at me.

"You can read, I suppose?" my governess went on.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And write, I suppose?"

"I do not think you would say I know how to write," I
answered. "I cannot do it at all well; and it takes me a long
time."

"Come back to the driving, Daisy," said Preston. "That is one
thing you do know. And English history, I will bear witness."

"What have you got there, Preston?" my aunt asked.