Only it's fun the way they go on.

You just try, Maggie." But Maggie had her own thoughts.

They were not imparted to her friend.
Nothing indeed appeared to her more odd than that Caroline should be so wise in some things and so foolish in others.

She did not know that it was her own strange upbringing that gave her independent estimates and judgments.
The second influence that, during these first weeks, developed her soul and body was, strangely enough, her aunt's elderly friend, Mr.Magnus.
If Caroline introduced her to affairs of the world, Mr.Magnus introduced her to affairs of the brain and spirit.
She had never before known any one who might be called "clever." Her father was not, Uncle Mathew was not; no one in St.Dreots had been clever.

Mr.Magnus, of course, was "clever" because he wrote books, two a year.
But to be an author, was not a claim to Maggie's admiration.