It was easy to see that she had taught herself all that she knew.

Her mother held her back a good deal, no doubt; but her father seemed more like a boy-companion than anything else, and if Corny hadn't been a very smart girl, she would have been a pretty bad kind of a girl by this time.

But she wasn't anything of the sort, although she did do and say everything that came into her head to say or do.

Rectus did not agree with me about Corny.

He didn't like her.
When it grew dark, I thought we should stop somewhere for the night, for it was hard enough for the boat to twist and squeeze herself along the river in broad daylight.