I think after you've stayed in one place too long you get, well--as Billie says, 'fed up' and wish to goodness you could get away somewhere.

I haven't any art at all, or anything special that I could wave at you and demand 'expression' as Bab Crane calls it.

What I need is something new to develop my special gifts and talents, and mother darling, if you would only consent to let me go for even two or three months, I will come back to you a perfect angel, besides doing Uncle Cassius and Aunt Daphne a pile of good, I know." "It sounds right enough, dear," Mrs.Robbins said, her brown eyes full of amusement, "but we can't very well disguise you as a boy, and Uncle Cassius is not the kind of person to trifle with." Kit thought this over seriously.
"Don't tell them until I've started," she suggested, "and be sure and mail the letter so it will get there after I do, and send me quick, so they won't have any chance to change their minds.

Jean will be home until the middle of October, and you really and truly don't need me here at all.

I'm sure there must have been a missionary concealed away in our family like a hidden spring, for I feel the zeal of conversion upon me.