"You wouldn't like it?" enquiringly.
"Do they lock them up and keep them on bread and water, or beat them? I'd like to see the teacher who could make me study."
"Are you so very obstreperous?" he laughed.
"I don't see the use of so much of it. You marry, and that's the end of learning. But I wish I was a good French scholar. I was quite ashamed the other night. Father had a French visitor come in about something, and he didn't understand English very well, so he asked me to translate, and I couldn't."
"Moral!" Vance said sententiously.
They had been moving slowly down to the young man, who now gave them a nod of welcome, and began to air his rather lame English.
The nurse brought out the baby, a charming child of four, and Laverne's face lighted up with joy.
"You are fond of babies," said the mother, in a glad tone.
"Oh, yes, and there are so few of them, except the dirty street children."
"Where is Lena?" asked Olive.