Catch her telling me, or Jane there, that we are ill-bred!" "I don't understand you," said Miss Lindsay, haughtily.
"Of course not.

That's because you don't know as much moral science as I, though I never took a prize in it." "You never took a prize in anything," said Miss Carpenter.
"And I hope I never shall," said Agatha.

"I would as soon scramble for hot pennies in the snow, like the street boys, as scramble to see who can answer most questions.

Dr.Watts is enough moral science for me.

Now for the Recording Angel." She went to a shelf and took down a heavy quarto, bound in black leather, and inscribed, in red letters, MY FAULTS.