I was eager for her to go on, and when she said there was no more, I said, 'but go on! _Make it out_! I know you can.' She said she would not; she wished she had not dreamed, for it did not go on nicely, they were changed; they had forgotten what they used to care for.

They were very fashionably dressed, and began criticising the room, &c.
"This habit of 'making out' interests for themselves that most children get who have none in actual life, was very strong in her.

The whole family used to 'make out' histories, and invent characters and events.

I told her sometimes they were like growing potatoes in a cellar.

She said, sadly, 'Yes! I know we are!' "Some one at school said she 'was always talking about clever people; Johnson, Sheridan, &c.' She said, 'Now you don't know the meaning of _clever_, Sheridan might be clever; yes, Sheridan was clever,--scamps often are; but Johnson hadn't a spark of cleverality in him.' No one appreciated the opinion; they made some trivial remark about '_cleverality_,' and she said no more.
"This is the epitome of her life.