"What do you think they want you to go to school for?"
"I suppose that I may become like other people."
Mr. Eberstein burst out into a laugh. His wife's eyes went over to him adjuringly.
"Are you not like other people now, Dolly?"
The child's sweet, thoughtful brown eyes were lifted to hers frankly, as she answered, "I don't know, ma'am."
"Then why do you say that? or why do they say it?"
"I don't know," said Dolly again. "I think they think so."
"I daresay they do," said Mrs. Eberstein; "but if you were mine, I would rather have you unlike other people."
"Why, Aunt Harry?"
"Yes," said Mr. Eberstein; "now you'll have to go on and tell." And Dolly's eyes indeed looked expectant.