'Th' child who's hair is bein'
pulled is larnin' patience,' she says, 'an' th' child that's pullin' th'
hair is discovrin' th' footility iv human indeavor,' says she. 'Well,
oh, well,' says I, 'times has changed since I was a boy,' I says. 'Put
thim through their exercises,' says I. 'Tommy,' says I, 'spell cat,' I
says. 'Go to th' divvle,' says th' cheerub. 'Very smartly answered,'
says Mary Ellen. 'Ye shud not ask thim to spell,' she says. 'They don't
larn that till they get to colledge,' she says, 'an'' she says,
'sometimes not even thin,' she says. 'An' what do they larn?' says I.
'Rompin',' she says, 'an' dancin',' she says, 'an' indepindance iv
speech, an' beauty songs, an' sweet thoughts, an' how to make home home-
like,' she says. 'Well,' says I, 'I didn't take anny iv thim things at
colledge, so ye needn't unblanket thim,' I says. 'I won't put thim
through anny exercise today,' I says. 'But whisper, Mary Ellen,' says I,
'Don't ye niver feel like bastin' th' seeraphims?' 'Th' teachin's iv
Freebull and Pitzotly is conthrary to that,' she says. 'But I'm goin' to
be marrid an' lave th' school on Choosdah, th' twinty-sicond iv
Janooary,' she says, 'an' on Mondah, th' twinty-first, I'm goin' to ask
a few iv th' little darlin's to th' house an',' she says, 'stew thim
over a slow fire,' she says.
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