"And why not you?"
"Well—I haven't got to be, have I?"
"You will have, sooner or later. So you may as well begin to think about it now."
Confirmation. She had never thought about it as a real thing that might happen to her, that would happen, sooner or later, if she didn't do something to stop Mr. Farmer and Mamma.
"I am thinking. I'm thinking tight."
Tight. Tight. Her mind, in agony, pinned itself to one point: how she could stop her mother without telling her.
Beyond that point she couldn't see clearly.
"You see—you see—I don't want to be confirmed."
"You don't want? You might as well say you didn't want to be a
Christian."
"Don't worry, Mamma darling. I only want to stay as I am."