“Oh!” she exclaimed, glad.

“We're taking you away from your studies,” said her Uncle Tom.

“Oh, no,” she replied quickly.

Skrebensky laughed, young and inflammable.

“She won't wait to be taken away,” said her father. But that seemed clumsy. She wished he would leave her to say her own things.

“Don't you like study?” asked Skrebensky, turning to her, putting the question from his own case.

“I like some things,” said Ursula. “I like Latin and French — and grammar.”

He watched her, and all his being seemed attentive to her, then he shook his head.