Waldo threw over a bag of mealies, and they walked on over the dewy ground.
"Have you learnt much ?" he asked her simply, remembering how she had once said, "When I come back again I shall know everything that a human being can." She laughed.
"Are you thinking of my old boast?
Yes; I have learnt something, though hardly what I expected, and not quite so much.

In the first place, I have learnt that one of my ancestors must have been a very great fool; for they say nothing comes out in a man but one of his forefathers possessed it before him.

In the second place, I have discovered that of all cursed places under the sun, where the hungriest soul can hardly pick up a few grains of knowledge, a girls' boarding-school is the worst.

They are called finishing schools, and the name tells accurately what they are.

They finish everything but imbecility and weakness, and that they cultivate.