"Impossible for me to say, my child," said the Countess. "For me, your father＇s ideas are unfathomable. Madame Merle understands them better. Ask her."
Madame Merle smiled with her usual grace. "It＇s a weighty question—let me think. It seems to me it would please your father to see a careful little daughter making his tea. It＇s the proper duty of the daughter of the house—when she grows up."
"So it seems to me, Madame Merle!" Pansy cried."You shall see how well I＇ll make it. A spoonful for each." And she began to busy herself at the table.