Somewhere up-stairs a blind banged.
"I think I would like to go," Maria replied, hurriedly.

Then she jumped up.

"That blind will wake Evelyn," she said, and ran out of the room.
She had colored unaccountably when her father spoke.

When she returned, she had a demure, secretive expression on her face which made Harry stare at her in bewilderment.

All his life Harry Edgham had been helpless and bewildered before womenkind, and now his little daughter was beginning to perplex him.