"But you must learn something more useful than gods and goddesses.

Your poor, dear mother in heaven would break her heart if she knew you were going to be brought up ignorant." Halcyone raised her head haughtily.
"I shan't be ignorant--don't be afraid.

I would not remain ignorant even if no other governess ever came near me.

I can read by myself, and the dear old gentleman I saw to-day will direct me." And then when she perceived the look of astonishment on Priscilla's face: "Ah! That is a secret! I had not meant to tell you--but I will.

The orchard cottage is inhabited and I've seen him, and he is Cheiron, and I am going to learn Greek!" "Bless my heart!" said Priscilla.