"I don't want to hear it. I know you and your raptures. It will be a perfect comfort when you are at Glendower, and I can have a little peace!"
"That's just it! I'm not going to Glendower."
"Oh! You have got into a scrape too? Well, I must say I think it's time your righteous pride should have a fall. I have no patience with little girls who are always in everyone's good books, and who are set up as patterns. But what's the matter? You seem uncommonly delighted at losing your fine treat."
"I would be, if you'd speak ever so little kindly to me, Ermie, I really am not the horrid girl you think."
"I don't think anything about you, child."
"Well, you shouldn't say things about me. You shouldn't say what you don't think."
"Oh, for goodness' sake, don't begin to moralize! Was that the breakfast gong?"
"Yes. And you'd better be quick eating up your breakfast, Ermie, for you won't have too much time."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you'll have to tell Hudson about your dresses and things. You are going to Glendower!"