It will be a lesson to me;" and noticing that at this Sylvia looked up in surprise, she added, "Does it seem strange to you my little Sylvia, that an old woman like me should talk of having lessons?
It is true all the same--and I hope, do you know, dear ?--I hope that up to the very last of my life I shall have lessons to learn.

Or rather I should say that I shall be able to learn them.

That the lessons are there to be learnt, always and everywhere, we can never doubt." "But," said Sylvia, and then she hesitated.
"But what, dear ?" "I can't quite say what I mean," said Sylvia.

"But it is something like this--I thought the difference between big people and children was that the big people _had_ learnt their lessons, and that was why they could help us with ours.

I know what kind of lessons you mean--not _book_ ones--but being kind and good and all things like that." "Yes," said grandmother, "but to these lessons there is no limit.