“I don’t think I altogether like Miss Rankin,” Blue Bonnet observed.
“That is hardly to the point, Elizabeth.”
“But you can do better when you like a person, Aunt Lucinda.”
“Suppose you try the doing better first, and see if the liking does not follow?”
“I do try,” Blue Bonnet said, “Miss Rankin is so very tiresome—I hate details, and doing everything by rule.”
“My dear, you do not need to tell me how much you dislike all method,” Miss Clyde answered.
The next evening, when sitting alone with her grandmother in the twilight, Blue Bonnet, of her own will, took up the subject again. “I am falling behind, Grandmother,” she said; “I’ve had a lot of failures lately. I do study every night, too; but I seem always to get all the stupid questions that aren’t interesting enough for the answers to stick in one’s mind.”
“There is only one remedy, Elizabeth. You do not want all these Eastern girls to get ahead of you?”
“I don’t believe I care, Grandmother. What does it matter?”