Oh, you blind Eustace, how could you forget that for a creature so full of primitive energy, so rich in the _stuff_ of life, nothing is irreparable! Education has passed her by.
Well, she will go to find her education.

She will make a teacher out of every friend, out of every sensation.

Incident and feeling, praise and dispraise, will all alike tend to mould the sensitive plastic material into shape.

So far she may have remained outside her art; the art, no doubt, has been a conventional appendage, and little more.

Training would have given her good conventions, whereas she has only picked up bad and imperfect ones.