‘I wish I did,’ said Rose; ‘but I don’t do much of that kind yet, and one can’t keep up the being serious over it always, you know. Indeed, Miss Grey does not wish us to be dull; she reads to us when there is time, and explains the symbols that have to be done; but part of the time it is an amusing book, and she says she does not mind cheerful talk, only she trusts us not to have gossip she would not like to hear.’
‘I wonder,’ said Constance, ‘whether I should have come with you if all this had not happened? It must be very nice.’
‘But your school is nice?’
‘Oh yes. I do love study, and those Saturdays and Sundays at Northmoor, they are delicious! Uncle Frank reads with me about religion, you know.’
‘Like our dear Bible class?’
‘Yes; I never understood or felt anything before; he puts it so as it comes home,’ said Constance, striving to express herself. ‘Then I have a dear little class at the Sunday school.’
‘I am to have one, by and by.’
‘Mine are sweet little things, and I work for them on Saturdays, while Aunt Mary reads to me. I do like teaching—and, do you know, Rose, I think I shall be a High School teacher!’
‘Oh, Conny, I thought you were all so rich and grand!’
‘No, we are not,’ said Constance lazily; ‘we have nothing but what Uncle Frank gives us, and I can’t bear the way mamma and Ida are always trying to get more out of him, when I know he can’t always do what he likes, and nasty people think him shabby. I am sure I ought to work for myself.’