The wild temptation to sell her Plummer birthright for
a kiss assailed her. But she groped in the dimness for Duty's cool
touch and found it. In the Plummer code of laws it was writ, "Thou
shalt not kiss."
"I'm going right to work to make you some new nightgowns," Aunt
Olivia added, hastily. "I think I shall make them plain," for it
was in the nature of a reinforcement to her courage to leave off
the ruffles.
Rebecca Mary's eyes shone like stars in the dark little room.
The child thought she was glad to be going away to school.
"Shall I study algebra and Latin?" she demanded.
"I suppose so--that'll be what you go for."
"And French--not FRENCH?"
"Likely."
Rebecca Mary fell back on the pillows to grasp it. But she was
presently up again.
"And that thing that tells about the air and--and gassy things?
And the one that tells about your bones?"
Aunt Olivia did not recognize chemistry, but she knew bones.
She sighed gently.
"Oh yes; I suppose you'll find out just how you're put together,
and likely it'll scare you so you won't ever dare to breathe deep
again. Maybe learning like that is important--I suppose the
minister knows."
"The minister knows everything," Rebecca Mary said, solemnly.
"If you let me go away to school, I'll try to learn to know as
much as he does, Aunt Olivia.
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