Shelookedhardatme，undisguisedlyconsideringwithherselfwhetherIwereorwerenotspeakingthetruth。
\"Youseemtobeagoodsort，\"shesaid，makinguphermindatlast。\"There’snothingstuck—upaboutyou。I’llhelpyouifI
can。Ihaverummagedamongthebookshereoverandoveragain，andIknowmoreaboutthemthanyoudo。Whatbookdoyouwant？\"
AssheputthatawkwardquestionshenoticedforthefirsttimeLadyClarinda’snosegaylyingontheside—tablewheretheMajorhadleftit。Instantlyforgettingmeandmybook，thiscuriousgirlpouncedlikeafuryontheflowers，andactuallytrampledthemunderherfeet！
\"There！\"shecried。\"IfIhadLadyClarindahereI’dserveherinthesameway。\"