You've tried hard for a whole month to _be_ somebody, and no one thinks any more of you than they did before, and never will.

Your mother scolds just as much, and your home looks just as dismal, and Kitty is just as hateful, and the respectable boys in the village have nothing to do with you.

You might just as well lounge around and have a good time.

Nobody expects you to be good, or will let you, when you want to be." Softly there came another voice knocking at Tip's heart.

At first he would not notice it, but it _would_ be heard.
"What of all that ?" it said; "suppose nobody cares for you, or helps you here.