But why do you do it now, when your teacher has just praised you ?" "What good is that to me ?" Agnes burst out.

"How does it help me to play ever so well?
What good would it ever do me even to practice day and night?
Nika and I can only keep on one year more, and then everything is over.

Then she can't paint any more and I can't have any more music lessons, for we shall have to become dressmakers.

We won't even have time to go through the higher classes in school.

I would a thousand times rather travel through the world and sing in front of the houses for pennies--yes, I'll do that!" "Can't your mother help you ?" asked Cornelli, remembering the mother's help in her own case.
"No, she can't; and she is very unhappy herself.