It's too bad, I call it, just in her holiday time.

She looks as if she wanted to run about and get colour in her cheeks, don't _you_ think so ?' 'Well, mother,' cried Jessie, 'you needn't speak as if Emily was a child in short clothes.' The other girls laughed.
'I dare say Emily wishes she was,' pursued Mrs.Cartwright.

'When you're little ones, you're all for being grown up, and when you _are_ grown up, then you see how much better off you were before,--that is, if you've got common sense.

I wish my girls had half as much all put together as Emily has.' 'I'm sure I don't wish I was a child,' remarked Geraldine, as she bit her bread-and-butter.
'Of course you don't, Geraldine,' replied Dagworthy, who was on terms of much familiarity with all the girls.

'If you were, your mother wouldn't let you come down late to breakfast, would she ?' 'I never remember being in time for breakfast since I was born,' cried the girl.
'I dare say your memory doesn't go far enough back,' rejoined Dagworthy, with the smile of one who trifled from a position of superior age and experience.
Mrs.Cartwright laughed with a little embarrassment.