Both of you have been told to look after me, and I prefer to be looked after by you.

It is so simple," says she, with a suspicion of contempt in her tone, "that I wonder why you wonder at it.

As I preferred _you_--of course I have come to live with you." "You _can't_!" gasps the professor, "you must go back to Miss Majendie at once!" "To _her_! I'm not going back," steadily.

"And even if I would," triumphantly, "I couldn't.

As she sleeps at the top of the house (to get _air_, she says), and so does her maid, you might ring until you were black in the face, and she wouldn't hear you." "Well! you can't stay here!" says the professor, getting off the table and addressing her with a truly noble attempt at sternness.
"Why can't I ?" There is some indignation in her tone.