She seemed to understand my thoughts.
"You think I am stunted, don't you ?" "You are not large to my eye." "Suppose you had been fed mostly on Indian meal, with a herring or a piece of salted pork for a relish, and clams or tautog for a luxury, as I have been, would you be as tall and as grand-looking as you are now?
And would you be covering up your face, making believe worry ?" "May be not.

You may tell mother that I am coming." "I shall not say 'Miss Morgeson,' but 'Cassandra.' 'Cassandra Morgeson,' if I like." "Call me what you please, only tone down that voice of yours; it is sharper than the east wind." I heard her beating a tattoo on Veronica's door next.

She had been taught to be ceremonious with her, at least.

No reply was made, and she came to my door again.

"I expect Miss Veronica has gone to see poor folks; it is a way _she_ has," and spitefully closed it.
After tea mother came up to inquire the reason of my seclusion.