She told Aunt Hattie--I heard her--that she thought every girl should know how to cook and to keep house; and that if she had learned those things when she was a girl, her life would have been quite different, she was sure.
Of course, I'm not learning in Aunt Hattie's kitchen.

Aunt Hattie's got a new cook, and she's worse than Olga used to be--about not wanting folks messing around, I mean.

So Aunt Hattie said right off that we couldn't do it there.

I am learning at a Domestic Science School, and Mother is going with me.

I didn't mind so much when she said she'd go, too.