"
"Wall," said Grandma Keeler, in a tone that was a curious contrast to
Madeline's, "our feelin's won't always go as we'd ought to have em',
daughter."
"No, they won't!" Madeline snapped out excitedly, "but, ma, you know I'm
in the right of it just as well as I do; and there's Lute Cradlebow's got
to dreamin' and moonin' around in the same way. Took it into his head
he wanted to get an education--well, what hasn't he took into his head!
So he must begin recitin' to teacher. Well, he had in his mind to study,
I don't doubt, to begin with, and used to come two or three times a
week, and rattle off a string, and now he's here every day of his life,
and, if there's any reciting going on, I don't hear it--not that I want
to meddle with other folks' business, but I've known those boys a good
many years, and I hate to see anybody hurt and run over, even if they be
young and ignorant, and making fools of themselves. Some folks are none
too good, I think, for all their airs, and had better look out to see
where they're going!"
"Why, thar', Madeline!" said Grandma, with a decided touch of
disapproval in her voice. "R'a'ly, seems to me you're kind o' out.
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