“We are not making a teacher of you; we are making an educated woman—”
“But, Roger,” she persisted, “unless I go back to Aunt Affy I must support myself. I am not willing to be dependent upon any one except Aunt Affy.”
“Upon whom are you dependent now? Are you not earning your board by being co-operative housekeeper?”
“If you and Marion think so.”
“Ask Marion.”
“But I would like to ask you, too?”
“I thought my little sister had more delicacy of feeling than to ask such a question.”
“Roger, don’t be a goose,” she said, indignantly, “that was all very well when I was a child. You forget that I am grown up.”
“You will not let me forget it.”
“I wish you not to forget it. In the spring, on my nineteenth birthday, I shall decide upon my future. Just think, I have a future,” she laughed. “I am only too glad of the study and music this winter. Then I shall go out into the world, or go back to Aunt Affy. I do not mean to be too proud—” with a quiver of the lip.