'Well, as you are so cross, I shall go away.

There is the chocolate I promised you.

Ta-ta.' And Sara put down the _bonbonniere_ on the table and walked out of the room.
I was not surprised to see Jill push it away.

No one understood the poor child but myself; she was precocious, womanly, for her age; she had twenty times the amount of brains that Sara possessed, and she was starving on the education provided for her.
To dance and drill and write dreary German exercises, when one is thirsting to drink deeply at the well of knowledge; to go round and round the narrow monotonous course that had sufficed for Sara's moderate abilities, like the blind horse at the mill, and never to advance an inch out of the beaten track, this was simply maddening to Jill's sturdy intellect.

She often told me how she longed to attend classes, to hear lectures, to rub against full-grown minds.
'Now.