"Good gracious! Why, don't you expect to get married? What are you going to learn so much for? I reckon you're going to teach school."
"No; I study because I like to do it."
"Pshaw! you talk like your teacher was in the room. I don't believe that."
"The school-bell!" interrupted Ida, happy to be released.
Miss Pratt hung back. "I don't want to go where all them girls are. Will Mr. What's-his-name be mad if I stay here?"
"He will probably send for you."
"Then I might's well go now. I don't care—I'm as good as any of 'em."
"What, and who is she?" inquired Carry, when school was out.
"A silly, neglected child," responded her friend. "Shamefully ignorant, when we consider her father's station. He is a member of the legislature."