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I crept back to my chair, and a foolish sort of hope came over me that, with her health and wits, and being brought up unlike other children, she might come one day to be a little lady and the pride of the place, in a way of speaking--" "A sort of Lady Jane Grey, in modest fashion--is that what you mean ?" suggested Brother Copas-- 'Like Her most gentle, most unfortunate, Crowned but to die--who in her chamber sate Musing with Plato, tho' the horn was blown, And every ear and every heart was won, And all in green array were chasing down the sun.' -- "Well, if she's willing, as unofficial godfather I might make a start with the Latin declensions.

It would be an experiment: I've never tried teaching a girl.

And I never had a child of my own, Brother; but I can understand just what you dreamed, and the Lord punish me if I feel like laughing." He said it with an open glance at his friend.