Do you see _her_ ?" She indicated Miss Rhoda Vivian with the point of her pencil.
It was evident that Laura Lazarus did not adore the Classical Mistress, and Rhoda, sick of her worshippers, had found this attitude refreshing.
Even now she bestowed a smile and a nod on the Mad Hatter that would have kept any other St.Sidwellite in a fortnight's ecstasy.
"Laura, that is not the way to speak of your teachers." The child raised the Semitic arch of her eye-brows.

Her face belonged to the type formed from all eternity for the expression of contempt.
"She's not my teacher, thank goodness.

Do you know what I'm going to be some day, when she's married and gone away?
I'm going to be what she is--Classical Mistress.

I shan't have to do any sums for that, you know.
I shall only have to know Greek, and isn't it a shame, Miss Quincey, they won't let me learn it till I'm in the Fourth, and I never shall be.
But--don't tell any one--they've stuck me here, behind her now, and when she's coaching that young idiot Susie Parker--" "Laura, that is not the way to speak of your school-fellows." "I know it isn't, but she _is_, you know.

I've bought the books, and I get behind them and I listen hard, and I can read now.