Daisy by Elizabeth Wetherell
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I knew what _I _ meant by quantity; but whether the English language had anything in common for Miss Pinshon and me, I had great doubts. I hesitated. "I always teach my little girls to answer promptly when they are asked anything. I notice that you do not answer promptly. You can always tell whether you know a thing or whether you do not." I was not so sure of that. Miss Pinshon desired me now to repeat the multiplication table. Here at least there was certainty. I had never learned it. "It appears to me," said my governess, "you have done very little with the first ten years of your life. It gives you a great deal to do for the next ten." "Health has prevented her applying to her studies," said my aunt. "The want of health. Yes, I suppose so. I hope Daisy will be very well now, for we must make up for lost time." "I do not suppose so much time need have been lost," said my aunt; "but parents are easily alarmed, you know; they think of nothing but one thing." So now there was nobody about me who would be easily alarmed. I took the full force of that. |
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