Innocent childhood, weary of its stay, longs for another morrow; busy manhood cries, hold! hold! and pursues it to another's dawn.

All are dissatisfied.

All crave some good not yet possessed, which time is expected to bring with all its morrows.
Was it strange that, to a disconsolate child, three years should seem a long, long time?
During school time she had rest from Mrs.Bellmont's tyranny.

She was now nine years old; time, her mistress said, such privileges should cease.
She could now read and spell, and knew the elementary steps in grammar, arithmetic, and writing.

Her education completed, as SHE said, Mrs.
Bellmont felt that her time and person belonged solely to her.