"But I would do it again, and twice as much, for freedom.

Think of being cooped up in four stifling walls, shut in from the blessed sunshine and fresh air of heaven.

I tell you that man would have kept me there until now, and should have gone stark, staring mad in half the time.

Oh, dear!" cried Mollie, impatiently, "I wish I was a gypsy, free and happy, to wander about all day long, singing in the sunshine, to sleep at night under the waving trees, to tell fortunes, and wear a pretty scarlet cloak, and never know, when I got up in the morning, where I would lie down at night.
It's nothing but a nuisance, and a trouble, and a bother, being rich, and dressing for dinner, and going to the opera and two or three parties of a night, and being obliged to talk and walk and eat and sleep by line and plummet.

I hate it all!" "You're tired of it, then ?" Miriam asked, with a curious smile.
"Yes; just now I am.