They beleive in waiting until a girl makes her Début before giving her anything but the necessarys of life.
Sis was off for a week-end, but Hannah was there, and I kissed her. Not that I’m so fond of her, but I had to kiss sombody.
“Well, Miss Barbara!” she said. “How you’ve grown!”
That made me rather sore, because I am not a child any longer, but they all talk to me as if I were but six years old, and small for my age.
“I’ve stopped growing, Hannah,” I said, with dignaty. “At least, almost. But I see I still draw the nursery.”
Hannah was opening my suitcase, and she looked up and said: “I tried to get you the Blue room, Miss Bab. But Miss Leila said she needed it for house Parties.”
“Never mind,” I said. “I don’t care anything about Furnature. I have other things to think about, Hannah; I want the school room Desk up here.”
“Desk!” she said, with her jaw drooping.
“I am writing now,” I said. “I need a lot of ink, and paper, and a good Lamp. Let them keep the Blue room, Hannah, for their selfish purposes. I shall be happy in my work. I need nothing more.”
“Writing!” said Hannah. “Is it a book you’re writing?”