"It's the greatest fun, Sara! They can't understand at all; they look at
me as if I was a Barnum's fat woman, or something, and I sail right by,
with my head up, and never see them. I think" (reflectively), "if
anything, it's better fun than the other way. That was too much like
every girl you see, and this is just me alone: I really enjoy it."
"Molly, you are incorrigible!"
"What's that? I wish you wouldn't use such big words, Sara; I never
could understand them; but if you mean I don't keep my promise, it isn't
so! I do: you can ask Maud Wheeler if I don't."
"Is she coming to-morrow?"
"Yes; and she's your kind, Sara,--good, you know. You'll like her, and
so do I, when I'm in my right moods, but sometimes I don't. You don't
know, Sara," with a pathetic shake of her curls, "how hard it is to get
along when you have bad streaks through you! Why, sometimes I'll go on
for at least three days as smooth as can be, getting all my lessons, and
being just as good as anybody; and then there comes a day that upsets it
all. I can't study, and I see all the funny things, and how I can make
'em funnier with a touch; and I want to giggle at everything, and--well,
it's that naughty streak, and I can't help myself, any more than you can
help being good.
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