It must be so much nicer to be a boy.

They're stronger than girls, and they know more.

Don't you wish I was a boy, mother ?" "Yes, I do, I often do!" exclaimed Lotty.

"Boys aren't such a trouble, and they can go out and shift for themselves." "Oh, but I won't be a trouble to you," exclaimed Ida.

"When I'm old enough to leave school--" She interrupted herself, for the moment she had actually forgotten the misfortune which had come upon her.