"Well—to talk as you do. I thought that night at the Fair that it was just like a story-book or music. I know I'm always makin' mistakes."
"Then you must try to be careful. Does not your teacher correct you?"
"Well, I am learning a little; but it seems to be such hard work. How did you do it?"
"I have always been sent to school, and then my mother has taken a good deal of pains with me. It seems unfortunate that people should fall into such careless habits of pronouncing, and oftentimes of spelling."
"Was my letter all right?" Sarah asked, with quick apprehension. "I tried so hard, and wrote it over ever so many times."
"I let my uncle read it, and he said he had seen letters from older women that would hardly bear comparison. There were very few mistakes in it."
Kathie's honesty impelled her to say this, though under some circumstances she would have uttered no comment.
"Tell me what they were. I think I could do better now."
"Do you really wish me to?"