to irrigate the soil. I belong—I frankly confess it—to the class of absentees."
"I had the pleasure, last evening," I said, "of making the acquaintance of your daughter. She told me you had been a long time in Europe."
Mrs. Church smiled benignantly. "Can one ever be too long? We shall never leave it."
"Your daughter won't like that," I said, smiling too.
"Has she been taking you into her confidence? She is a more sensible young lady than she sometimes appears. I have taken great pains with her; she is really—I may be permitted to say it—superbly educated."
"She seemed to me a very charming girl," I rejoined. "And I learned that she speaks four languages."
"It is not only that," said Mrs. Church, in a tone which suggested that this might be a very superficial species of culture. "She has made what we call de fortes études—such as I suppose you are making now. She is familiar with the results of modern science; she keeps pace with the new historical school."
