mixed!" She laughed, but the line came back into her forehead.  "It's
not the lessons I was thinking of, Dad." 

"Then what is it?" 

"Oh, all the other things I don't know that other girls do.  Do you
think it really matters, Dad? I know perfectly well I don't do my hair
properly--" 

"I seem to like it." 

"And I can't talk prettily--you know, like Cecil did; and I don't know a
single blessed thing about fancywork! I'd--I'd hate you to be ashamed of
me, Dad, dear!" 

"Ashamed?" He held her close; and when he spoke again there was
something in his voice that made Norah suddenly content. 

"Little mate!" was all he said.