CHAPTER III.
"And if you dreamed how a friend's smile And nearness soothe a heart that's sore, You might be moved to stay awhile Before my door." "About ?" begins the professor, and stammers, and ceases.
"Everything," says she, with a little nod.

"It is impossible to talk to Aunt Jane.

She doesn't talk, she only argues, and always wrongly.
But you are different.

I can see that.

Now tell me,"-- she leans even more forward and looks intently at the professor, her pretty brows wrinkled as if with extreme and troublous thought--"What are the duties of a guardian ?" "Eh ?" says the professor.