"What's she doin' it for, that woman? One 'ud think she had come here just on purpose to teach Madge and you; for she don't do anything else. What's it all for? that's what I'd like to be told."
"I'm sure she's very kind," said Madge.
"Mother, do you like it?"
"What is the harm in what we are doing, Charity?" asked her younger sister.
"If a thing ain't good it's always harm!"
"But these things are good."
"Maybe good for some folks; they ain't good for you."
"I wish you would say 'are not,'" said Lois.
"There!" said Charity. "There it is! You're pilin' one thing on top of another, till your head won't stand it; and the house won't be high enough for you by and by. All these ridiculous ways, of people that think themselves too nice for common things! and you've lived all your life among common things, and are going to live all your life among them. And, mother, all this French and music will just make Lois discontented. You see if it don't."
"Do I act discontented?" Lois asked, with a pleasant smile.