"Fit? Why are you not fit?" said Mrs. Copley. "You know as much as I did when I was married; and I should think that would be enough. I do not see what girls want with so much crammed into their heads, nowadays! It does them no good, and it does nobody else any good."
"What do you think you want, Dolly, more than you have already?" her father asked.
"Why, father, I do not know anything. I have only begun things."
"Humph! Not know anything. I suppose you can read and write and cipher?"
"And you can play and sing," added Mrs. Copley.
"Very little, mother."
"And your drawings are beautiful."
"Oh, no, mother! That is one especial thing that I want to do better; a great deal better."
"I think they are good enough. And you have music enough. What's the use? When you are married you will give it all up."
"My music and my drawing, mother?"