Men do judge that way, I suppose, and then pride themselves on their experience, commencing their speeches about us, with 'you women.' I'll answer your question, though,--there's a blight creeping over me, or a mildew." "Is there a worm i' the bud ?" "There may be one at the root; my top is green and flourishing, isn't it ?" "You expect to be in a state of beatitude always.

What is a mote of dust in another's eye, in yours is a cataract.

You are mad at your blindness, and fight the air because you can't see." "I feel that I see very little, especially when I understand the clearness of your vision.

Your good sense is monstrous." "It will come right somehow, with you; when twenty years are wasted, maybe," she answered sadly.

"There's the first bell! I haven't a word yet of my rhetoric lesson," opening her book and chanting, "'Man, thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.' Are you going to Professor Simpson's class ?" shutting it again.