"I do wish we weren't going to East Bourne, mother. I don't want to be such a great way from my Marjory."
"Really, Mittie, you are crazy about her. I am perfectly sick of the name. A good thing we are going, I say, if it is only to get some of that nonsense out of your head."
Mittie promptly inquired, "What nonsense?"
"You know. The sort of talk you have favoured me with lately."
"Marjory teaches me, mother."
"Yes. I wish people would mind their own business, and leave other folks alone."
"Marjory teaches me how to be good. Don't you like me to learn to be good?"
An embarrassing question, rather. Mrs. Trevor evaded it.
"I like you to be sensible, of course, child."
"And not good too?"