I hate 'em and they hates me.

That's why.

You keep school, don't you?
I want to be teached!" If to the shabbiness of her apparel and uncomeliness of her tangled hair and dirty face she had added the humility of tears, the master would have extended to her the usual moiety of pity, and nothing more.

But with the natural, though illogical, instincts of his species, her boldness awakened in him something of that respect which all original natures pay unconsciously to one another in any grade.

And he gazed at her the more fixedly as she went on still rapidly, her hand on that door latch and her eyes on his: "My name's Mliss--Mliss Smith! You can bet your life on that.