"And I like songs and hymns better. And now, which do you prefer—men or women?"
"Men," said Georgia, decidedly.
"You do! Why?"
"Oh, well—because they're stronger and more powerful, and braver and bolder; women are such cowards. Do you know the sort of a man I should like to be?"
"No; what sort?"
"Well, like Napoleon Bonaparte, or Alexander the Great. I should like to conquer the whole world and make every one in the world do just as I told them. Oh, I wish I was a boy!"
"I don't, then," said Emily, stoutly. "I don't like boys, they're so rude and rough. And these two conquerors weren't good men either. I've read about them. Washington was good. I like him."
"So do I. But if I had been him I would have made myself King of America. I wouldn't have done as he did at all. Now, where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Oh, I shall have to go to Mrs. White's. I've been here a good while already. I wish you would come along."
"No," said Georgia decidedly, "I sha'n't go. Good-by."