Some method of communication must be found with this girl, which could be both definite and unmistakable.
Feeling in his pocket, he brought out pencil and a small pad.

He would write what he had to say, and was hesitating over the words with which to open this communication, when he saw her hand thrust itself between his eyes and the pad, and heard these words uttered in a resolute tone, but not without a hint of sadness: "I cannot read.

I have never been taught.".