Marian was astonishingly wise; Sylvia felt herself immeasurably younger, and she was appalled by her own ignorance before this child who had touched so many sides of life and who recounted her experiences so calmly and lightly.
"This is the first time I ever visited," Sylvia confessed.

"I live with my grandfather Kelton, right by Madison College, that's at Montgomery, you know.

Grandfather was a professor in the college, and still lectures there sometimes.

I've never been to school--" "How on earth do you escape ?" demanded Marian.
"It's not an escape," laughed Sylvia; "you see grandfather, being a professor, began teaching me almost before I began remembering." "Oh! But even that would be better than a boarding-school, where they make you study.

It would be easy to tell your grandfather that you didn't want to do things." "I suppose it would," Sylvia acknowledged; "but it's so nice to have him for a teacher that I shouldn't know just how to do it." This point of view did not interest Marian, and she recurred to her own affairs.
"I've been to Europe.