"
"Why not?" said she, pearing into the Suitcase.
"Because I intend to deal with Life," I said. "I shall deal
with real Things, and not the way we think them. I am young, but
I have thought a great deal. I shall minse nothing."
"Look here, Miss Barbara," Hannah said, all at once, "what
are you doing with this whiskey Flask? And these socks? And--you
come right here, and tell me where you got the things in this
Suitcase." I stocked over to the bed, and my blood frose in my
vains. _It was not mine_.
Words cannot fully express how I felt. While fully
convinsed that there had been a mistake, I knew not when or how.
Hannah was staring at me with cold and accusing eyes.
"You're a very young Lady, Miss Barbara," she said, with
her eyes full of Suspicion, "to be carrying a Flask about with
you." I was as puzzled as she was, but I remained calm and to
all apearances Spartan.
"I am young in years," I remarked. "But I have seen Life,
Hannah."
Now I meant nothing by this at the time. But it was getting
on my nerves to be put in the infant class all the time. The
Xmas before they had done it, and I had had my revenge.
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