I moved towards the door, but the landlady got in another speech before I had escaped.
"Seventeen--seventy! And looks like twelve! The child is silly.

Can't even tell her own age.

No wonder, with her Latin, and French, and--" I did cry when I got outside, and I didn't care if I was noticed.

What was the use of anything?
Everything I did was wrong.

Everything I tried to do for Mrs.Hutch turned out bad.