... I was eight."
Her smiling eyes insisted on my memories being thorough. I looked up and
met them squarely, a little at a loss for what I should say.
"I gave you away pretty completely," she said, meditating upon my face.
"And afterwards I gave way Archie."
She turned her face away from the others, and her voice fell ever so
little.
"They gave him a licking for telling lies!" she said, as though that was
a pleasant memory. "And when it was all over I went to our wigwam. You
remember the wigwam?"
"Out in the West Wood?"
"Yes--and cried--for all the evil I had done you, I suppose.... I've
often thought of it since."...
Lady Osprey stopped for us to overtake her. "My dear!" she said to
Beatrice. "Such a beautiful gallery!" Then she stared very hard at me,
puzzled in the most naked fashion to understand who I might be.
"People say the oak staircase is rather good," said my aunt, and led the
way.
Lady Osprey, with her skirts gathered for the ascent to the gallery
and her hand on the newel, turned and addressed a look full of meaning
overflowing indeed with meanings--at her charge.
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