Danny looked at her sharply. "Why, Rosie dear, what's come over you?"
Rosie sighed. "I don't know, Danny. I'm just kind o' tired of things." She made a sudden change of subject. "Wisht I didn't have to go to school! I hate school this year. I don't see why I have to go, anyway. I'm not going to be a teacher."
There was no mistaking Rosie's dejection and Danny, instead of scoffing it away, accepted it quietly.
"I'm sorry to hear you say that about school, Rosie. I was thinkin' you'd be in High School next year."
"I would be, if I passed. Ellen went through High School, and now Terry's in the first year, and of course dad wants me to go, too. But I don't see why I should. You know, Danny, I'm not very bright in school. I'm not a bit like Janet. I've got to work awful hard just barely to pass. I don't think I'd have passed last year if Janet hadn't helped me. But I can cook and do a lot of things that Janet can't do. I know perfectly well I could never be a teacher, so I don't see the use of keeping on at school."
"You surprise me, Rosie!" Danny peered at her earnestly. "Do you think that's the only reason for going to school—so's to be a teacher?"
Rosie nodded. "I don't see any other."
"And what do you want to be, Rosie?"
"I don't want to be anything."
"Don't you want to do something?"