"There ain't many grown-up folks round here that can read like her, and she's studied geography, and she knows her multiplication-table, and she can spell better than some that's been through the high-school.

You jest wait till Ellen gets started on her schoolin'-- she won't stay in the grammar-school long, I can tell you that.

She'll go ahead of some that's got a start now and think they're 'most there." Eva pulled off her hat, and the coarse black curls on her forehead sprang up like released wire.

She nodded emphatically with a good-humored combativeness at the visiting woman and at her sister.
"I hope your cheeks are red enough," said Fanny, looking at her with grateful admiration.
The visiting woman sniffed covertly, and a retort which seemed to her exceedingly witty was loud in her own consciousness.

"Them that likes beets and pinies is welcome to them," she thought, but she did not speak.