was Satis; which is Greek, or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three — or all one to me — for enough.”
“Enough House,” said I; “that's a curious name, miss.”
“Yes,” she replied; “but it meant more than it said.
It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house could want nothing else. They must have been easily satisfied in those days, I should think. But don't loiter, boy.”
Though she called me “boy” so often, and with a carelessness that was far from complimentary, she was of about my own age. She seemed much older than I, of course, being a girl, and beautiful and self-possessed; and she was as scornful of me