And I thought he might have some information that I could get out of him.

And it was better than being in the convent all day.

And I thought I could stand HIM if you were here." Milly gratefully accepted this doubtful proof of affection by squeezing her companion's arm.

"And you didn't get any information, dear ?" "Of course not! The idiot knows only the old tradition of his office--that I was a mysterious Trust left in Mayor Hammersley's hands.
He actually informed me that 'Buena' meant 'Good'; that it was likely the name of the captain of some whaler, that put into San Francisco in the early days, whose child I was, and that, if I chose to call myself 'Miss Good,' he would allow it, and get a bill passed in the Legislature to legalize it.

Think of it, my dear! 'Miss Good,' like one of Mrs.Barbauld's stories, or a moral governess in the 'Primary Reader.'" "'Miss Good,'" repeated Milly, innocently.