It's awful to be such a human as I am.

Some days I'm plum scared o' myself." "I'm going away," the boy said, in a rather mournful tone.
"I hate to have you go.

I just love to know you're here, if I don't see you.

Only I wish you was older and knew more." "Maybe I know more'n you think I do," he answered.
"But you don't know anything about my troubles," said she, with a sigh.
"I don't get the chance." There was half a moment of silence.

She ended it by saying: "Ann and I are going to the spelling school to-night." "Can I go with you ?" "Could you stand it to be talked to and scolded by a couple of girls till you didn't care what happened to you ?" "Yes; I've got to be awful careless." "We'll be all dressed up and ready at quarter of eight.