On the spot I gave up all wondering forever about Miss Caroline.

I have ever since constrained myself to accept her without question, even in situations of difficulty.

There is so much vain knowledge.
That day, too, was the bad day when news came that Little Miss had been stricken with the same dread pneumonia.

When she told me this, Miss Caroline had a look in her eyes that I suspect must often have been there in the first half of the sixties.

It was calm enough, but there was a resistance in it that promised to be unbreakable.