It's easy to be glad when everything is gladness,--but when you've only got just a tiny bit of joy in a whole wilderness of trouble, then we can't be too grateful for that tiny bit of joy.

At least, so I take it." "Where did you learn your philosophy, Mary ?" he asked, half whimsically--"I mean, who taught you to think ?" She paused in her lace-mending, needle in hand.
"Who taught me to think! Well, I don't know!--it come natural to me.
But I'm not what is called 'educated' at all." "Are you not ?" "No.

I never learnt very much at school.

I got the lessons into my head as long as I had to patter them off by heart like a parrot,--but the teachers were all so dull and prosy, and never took any real pains to explain things to me,--indeed, now when I come to think of it, I don't believe they _could_ explain!--they needed teaching themselves.

Anyhow, as soon as I came away I forgot everything but reading and writing and sums--and began to learn all over again with Dad.