"Like mine! what can you mean, child?"
"Might you not as well be tediously dying as for ever shut up in that glebe-house--a place that, when I pass it, always reminds me of a windowed grave? I never see any movement about the door. I never hear a sound from the wall. I believe smoke never issues from the chimneys. What do you do there?"
"I sew, I read, I learn lessons."
"Are you happy?"
"Should I be happy wandering alone in strange countries as you wish to do?"

"Like mine! what can you mean, child?"
"That house always reminds me of a windowed grave. I never see any movement there. I never hear a sound from it, or see any smoke coming from the chimneys. What do you do there?"
"I sew, I read, I learn lessons."
"Are you happy?" asked Rose.
"Should I be happy wandering alone in strange countries?"
