He was silent for a time.
"Tuck in that robe," she said.

"How old are you ?" "This last September, fifteen.

How old are you ?" "Guess." "About ten, I think." Now this was malicious.
"Ten, indeed! I'm thirteen and ten months and--and three days," she returned, with the accuracy of childhood about age.

"Were you at school in Europe ?" "Yes, in France and Hungary." "That's queer.

In Hungary and France--Oh! then you can speak French." "Of course," he replied.