She had genius, but it was not specialised.

It was not genius which expressed itself through any one art.

It was a genius for life, for living herself, for aiding others to live, for vivifying mere existence.

She herself was, however, aware only of an eagerness of temperament, a passion for seeing, doing, and gaining knowledge.
Everything interested her, everybody was suggestive and more or less enlightening.
Her relatives thought her original in her fancies.

They called them fancies because she was so young.