In a coffee shop this morning, Sir John pointed out to me a very small girl, in glasses, peering at an advertising flyer on one of the tables. “A scholar in the making,” he said.
Her dad tried to get her to go with him to order something. “No!” she said, clinging to the flyer.
“She has the temperament,” I said.
Awhile later, she wanted to leave through the front door. Her dad said, “No, we’re going out the back, because our car’s in the garage.”
“Definitely a scholar,” I said to Sir John. “She doesn’t remember where the car is.”
We went out the back too. But I forgot which level we’d left the car on.