I drew the pin that had scratched me from her dress.

I believed she would not carry me very far; but if she did not set me down soon, I resolved to make her glad to do so.

Further I resolved, that when we came to the foot-bridge, which had but one rail to it, I would run the pin into her and make her let me go, when I would instantly throw myself into the river, for I would run the risk of being drowned rather than go to that school.

Were all my griefs of yesterday, overcome and on the point of being forgotten, to be frustrated in this fashion?
My whole blood was boiling.

I was convinced my father did not want me to go.