"I reckon I'm mean. I made myself feel a million times worse. It's awful to be such a human as I am. Some days I'm plum scared o' myself."
"I'm going away," the boy said, in a rather mournful tone.
"I hate to have you go. I just love to know you're here, if I don't see you. Only I wish you was older and knew more."
"Maybe I know more'n you think I do," he answered.
"But you don't know anything about my troubles," said she, with a sigh.
"I don't get the chance."
There was half a moment of silence. She ended it by saying:
"Ann and I are going to the spelling school to-night."
"Can I go with you?"
"Could you stand it to be talked to and scolded by a couple of girls till you didn't care what happened to you?"