And oh, I've such lots of wishing-thoughts, you couldn't believe!" "And what are the wishing-thoughts about ?" inquired the mother, in a matter-of-fact way.
"I often wish I was grown up.

I feel tired of being a child; I want to be a woman.

Then I should know so much more, and I should be able to understand all the things you tell me I can't now.

I don't care for playing at games and going to school." "You'll be a woman soon enough, Ida," said Lotty, with a quiet sadness unusual in her.

"But go on; what else ?" "And then I often wish I was a boy.