I lay thinking, with the heartache,
until the rousing bell rang, and the sleepers began to stir
from their slumbers. I got up and began, to dress with the
rest.
"What was it all that happened last night?" said Miss Lansing.
"Advancement in knowledge," — said. Miss St. Clair.
"Now, girls — don't begin again," said Miss Macy.
"Knowledge is a good thing," said the other, with pins in her
mouth. "I intend to take every opportunity that offers of
increasing mine; especially I mean to study Egyptians and
Christians. I haven't any Christians among my own family or
acquaintance — so you see, naturally, Macy, I am curious; and
when a good specimen offers —"
"I am not a good specimen," I said.
"People are not good judges of themselves, it is said," the
girl went on. "Everybody considers Miss Randolph a sample of
what that article ought to be."
"You don't use the word right," remarked Miss Macy. "A _sample_
is taken from what is, — not from what ought to be."
"I don't care," was St. Clair's reply.
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