"Miss Benette, you are very naughty! You seem to know everything that everybody says."
"No; it is because I see so few people that I remember all they say."
"Are you not at all fonder of music than of dancing? Oh, Miss Benette!"
She laughed heartily, showing one or two of her twinkling teeth.
"I am fonder of music than of anything that lives or is, or rather I am not fond of it at all; but it is my life, though I am only a young child in that life at present. But I am rather fond of dancing, I must confess."
"I think it is charming; and I can dance very well, particularly on the top of a wall. But I do not care about it, you know."
"You mean, it is not enough for you to make you either glad or sorry. But be thankful that it is enough for some people."
"All things make me glad, and sorry too, I think, going away now. When I come back—"
"I shall be gone," said Clara.
"I shall be a man—"