«I›m not a prodigy. I find it very difficult to say what I mean—» she observed at length.
«It›s a matter of temperament, I believe,» Miss Allan helped her. «There are some people who have no difficulty; for myself I find there are a great many things I simply cannot say. But then I consider myself very slow. One of my colleagues now, knows whether she likes you or not—let me see, how does she do it?—by the way you say good-morning at breakfast. It is sometimes a matter of years before I can make up my mind. But most young people seem to find it easy?»
«Oh no,» said Rachel. «It›s hard!»
Miss Allan looked at Rachel quietly, saying nothing; she suspected that there were difficulties of some kind. Then she put her hand to the back of her head, and discovered that one of the grey coils of ha
