It is out of place here.

I meant to do you good yesterday, and discourage you from becoming an idle rhymer--a vain dreamer.

You are not getting angry I hope, little girl, for I am kind now." "No, sir,--no, indeed, sir," I answered, with my face all in a glow.
"Your mother, I am told, wishes you to be educated for a teacher, a profession which requires as much training as the Spartan youth endured, when fitted to be the warriors of the land.

Why, you should be preparing yourself a coat of mail, instead of embroidering a silken suit.

How do you expect to get through the world, child,--and it is a hard world to the poor, a cold world to the friendless,--how do you expect to get along through the briars and thorns, over the rocks and the hills with nothing but a blush on your cheek, a tear in your eye, and a sentimental song on your lips?
Independence is the reward of the working mind, the thinking brain, and the earnest heart." He grew really eloquent as he went on.