"Growing up?"
"Yes; and I must learn my lessons—those lessons which cousin Lavinia can't teach me!"
"What lessons are they?"
"Music, and dancing, and singing, and all."
Verty reflected.
"Are they better than the Bible?" he said, at length.
Redbud looked shocked, and replied to the young savage:
"Oh no, no!—I hardly think they are important at all; but I suppose every young lady learns them. It is necessary," added the little maiden, primly.
"Ah, indeed? well, I suppose it is," Verty replied, thoughtfully; "a real lady could'nt get along without knowing the minuet, and all that. But I'm mighty sorry you had to go. I've lost my teacher by your going."
Redbud returned his frank look, and said: