"Why not, my child? I think he is very kind.'
"Kind! I don't want to be taught out of kindness; and I don't want him to teach me, mother!"
"What's the matter?" for Rotha was flushed and fierce.
"I can learn without him. It is none of his business, whether I learn or not. And if I shouldn't say something just right, and he should find fault, I should be so angry I shouldn't know what to do!"
"You talk as if you were angry now."
"Well I am! Why did you say yes, mother?"
"Would you have had me say no?"
"Yes! I don't want to learn Latin anyhow. What's the use of my learning
Latin? And of him,—O mother, mother!"
And Rotha burst into impatient and impotent tears.
"Why not of Mr. Digby?" said her mother soothingly.