"I stick to English."
"English or French, what's the odds?"
"What was good enough for your fathers and mothers ought to be good enough for you."
"That won't do, aunt Anne," retorted Madge. "You were wanting a
Berkshire pig a while ago, and I heard you talking of 'shorthorns.'"
"That's it. I'd like to hear you talking of shorthorns."
"If it is necessary, I could," said Lois; "but there are pleasanter things to talk about."
"There you are! But pictures won't help Madge make butter; and French is no use in a garden. It's all very well for some people, I suppose; but, mother, if these girls go on, they'll be all spoiled for their place in life. This lodger of yours is trying to make 'em like herself."
"I wish she could!" said Madge.
"That's it, mother; that's what I say. But she's one thing, and they're another; she lives in her world, which ain't Shampuashuh by a long jump, and they live in Shampuashuh, and have got to live there. Ain't it a pity to get their heads so filled with the other things that they'll be for ever out o' conceit o' their own?"
"It don't work so, aunt Anne," said Lois.