"If you can go to school another year, and improve as much," he said, "I can almost promise you a very good situation."
Flossy's dream in respect to her elegant lady was fading, and she came back to humbler prospects quite thankfully.
What Granny was to do with the children through vacation she hardly knew.
"Oh, you needn't worry!" said Charlie consolingly. "Kit and me are going out in the woods; and we'll build a stunning log-hut, or make a cave"—
"O Charlie, if you would be a little more careful! Kit and I."
"I can't be always bothering! Mr. Fielder almost wears me out, so you might let me have a little rest in vacation.
'For spelling is vexation,
And writing is bad:
Geography it puzzles me,
And grammar makes me mad.'"