"What other things, I'd like to know? that's your mother all over. She never was content without a book at the end of her nose. She couldn't have earned her living to have saved her life, if she hadn't got married."
"It was partly to earn my living I wanted to learn, Aunt Dolly; perhaps I could be a teacher."
"Too grand to trim caps and bonnets like your Aunt Dolly, I suppose," added she, sneeringly; "it is quite beneath a charity orphan, I suppose."
"No," said Rose; "but I should like to teach, better."
"Well, you won't do it; never—no time. So there's all there is to that: now take that ribbon and make the bows to old Mrs. Griffin's cap—the idea of wanting to be a school-teacher when you have it at your fingers' ends to twist up a ribbon so easy—it is ridikilis. Did Miss Snow come here last night, after I went out, for her bonnet?"
"Yes," answered Rose.
"Did you tell her that it was all finished but the cap frill?" asked Dolly.
"No; because I knew that it was not yet begun, and I could not tell a—a—"
"Lie! I suppose," screamed Dolly, putting her face very close to Rose's, as if to defy her to say the obnoxious word; "is that it."