"No, I don't, father—O, father, I can't stay here—I can't bear to stay here now!"
"Why not, Rosie?"
"O because it's so lonesome for me. There is nobody for me to talk to" (she had to use phrases he could understand) "and I want to go on with my studies."
John considered a moment.
"But, Rosie, seems to me you've got enough; you're graduated."
Rose saw the hopelessness of making him understand that, so she went back.
"It's so lonesome for me here, pappa John!"
He considered again. "I 'spose it is. Well, you can go to the Siding every day if you want to. Hitch up old Doll every day—"
"I don't care for the Siding; it's just as lonesome there for me. I want to go to Chicago."
John grew rigid. "Chicago! What you want to do there?"