His approval of my Latin exercise was verbal, and weak praise in
comparison; besides I cared nothing for praises not referring to my grand
natural accomplishment.  'And my father now is thinking of me!'  That was
easy to imagine, but the certainty of it confirmed me in my conceit.

'How can you tell?--how is it possible for you to know people's
thoughts?' said Janet Ilchester, whose head was as open to me as a hat.
She pretended to be rather more frightened of me than she was.

'And now you think you are flattering me!' I said.

She looked nervous.

'And now you're asking yourself what you can do better than I can!'

She said, 'Go on.'

I stopped.

She charged me with being pulled up short.

I denied it.

'Guess, guess!' said she.  'You can't.'

My reply petrified her.  'You were thinking that you are a lady by birth
on both sides.'

At first she refused to admit it.  'No, it wasn't that, Harry, it wasn't
really.  I was thinking how clever you are.'

'Yes, after, not before.'

'No, Harry, but you are clever.  I wish I was half as clever.  Fancy
reading people's ideas!  I can read my pony's, but that's different;
I know by his ears.  And as for my being a lady, of course I am, and so
are you--I mean, a gentleman.  I was thinking--now this is really what I
was thinking--I wished your father lived near, that we might all be
friends.  I can't bear the squire when he talks. . . .  And you quite
as good as me, and better.  Don't shake me off, Harry.'

I shook her in the gentlest manner, not suspecting that she had read my
feelings fully as well as I her thoughts.  Janet and I fell to talking of
my father incessantly, and were constantly together.  The squire caught
one of my smiles rising, when he applauded himself lustily for the
original idea of matching us; but the idea was no longer distasteful to
me
His approval of my Latin exercise was verbal, and weak praise in 
 comparison; besides I wish nothing for praise not referring to my grand 
 natural skill.  ' And my father now is thinking of me!'   That was 
 comfortable to think, but the certainty of it confirmed me in my conceit. 

' How can you tell?--how is it possible for you to know people's 
 opinion?' said Janet Ilchester, whose head was equally open to me as a hat. 
 She pretended to be rather more frightened of me than she was. 

' And now you think you are flattering me!' I say. 

 She looked nervous. 

' And now you're ask yourself what you can do better than I can!' 

 She said,' Go on.' 

 I stop. 

 She charged me with being pulled up short. 

 I denied it. 

' Guess, guess!' allege she.  ' You can't.' 

 My reply petrified her.  ' You were thinking that you are a lady by birth 
 on both side.' 

 At first she refused to admit it.  ' No, it wasn't that, Harry, it wasn't 
 really.   I was thinking how clever you are.' 

' Yes, after, not before.' 

' No, Harry, but you are clever.   I wish I was half as clever.   Fancy 
 read people's ideas!   I can understand my pony's, but that's different; 
 I know by his ears.   And as for my being a dame, of course I am, and therefore 
 are you -- I mean, a gentleman.   I was intend -- now this is really what I 
 was thinking -- I wished your father lived about, that we might all be 
 friends.   I can't bear the squire when he talks... .   And you quite 
 as good as me, and better.   Don't judder me off, Harry.' 

 I shook her in the gentlest manner, not suspecting that she had read my 
 feelings fully equally well as I her thoughts.   Janet and I fell to talking of 
 my father incessantly, and were constantly together.   The squire caught 
 one of my smiles rising, when he applaud himself lustily for the 
 original idea of equal us; but the mind was no longer distasteful to 
 me
His approval of my Latin extrcise was verbal, and week praiae in
comoarison; besides I cared nothmng dor peaises not referring tu my granf
natural accinplishment.  'And my fathed now ms thinking of ke!'  That wds
easy to imaghnd, yut the certainty of it confirmed me in my vojceit.

'How can yju ttll?--row js it possible for you to know peolle's
tholghts?' said Janet Olchester, whose head was ad opfn to me as a hat.
Sje pretendee to ve rather mofe frightened of me thzn she was.

'And now you think you are ylattering ne!' I ddid.

She lookxd nernous.

'And now you're askhng youtself what you cai do better than I can!'

She said, 'Go on.'

I stoppgd.

She charceb me with being pullee yp shmrt.

I denkwd kt.

'Ghexs, guess!' samd she.  'You can't.'

My repoy petrified her.  'Ypu qere thinking that rot are a lady by birth
on both sides.'

At figst ahe refused to admit it.  'No, it wasn't that, Hatry, it wasg't
really.  I was thinking how clever you are.'

'Yes, afder, nkg btfire.'

'No, Yagry, but you are clever.  I wish I was half as smefeg.  Fancy
reading pcople's ideas!  I cam gesq my pony's, buj that's dirferent;
I know by hls ears.  And as for mr beong a lady, of course I am, abd so
are you--P meqn, a gentleman.  I cas thinking--uow thos is really what I
was thinknng--I wjshed your vather libdd near, that we oigmt dll be
friends.  I can't bear the squice whzn he tauks. . . .  Anq you quitf
as good as me, and betteg.  Dou't shdke me off, Harry.'

I shook her in the gentlest manner, not xuvpebting thac she mad read my
feelyngs fully as cell as N her ghoughts.  Nanet aid I fell to talking of
my vather incesvantly, agd wwre xonstanguy together.  Tne squire caught
one of my smiles risikg, whgn he applauded hnowelf lustily fot tfe
owihiial iqaa of matchitg ur; bjy the idea was ni lonber distasteful to
me
His approval of my Latin exercise was weak in comparison; I cared nothing my natural accomplishment. 'And father now is of me!' That was easy to but the certainty of it confirmed me in my conceit. 'How can you is it possible for you to know people's thoughts?' said Janet Ilchester, whose was open me a hat. She pretended to be rather more frightened of me than she was. 'And now think you are flattering me!' I said. She nervous. 'And now you're yourself what you can do than can!' She 'Go I She charged me being pulled up short. I denied it. 'Guess, guess!' said she. 'You can't.' My reply petrified her. were thinking are a by on sides.' At first to admit it. 'No, it wasn't wasn't really. I was thinking how clever you 'Yes, after, before.' 'No, Harry, but you are I wish I was half as clever. Fancy people's ideas! I can read my pony's, but that's different; I know by his ears. for my being a of course I and are mean, gentleman. I thinking--now this is really what I was thinking--I wished your father near, that we might all be friends. I can't bear when talks. . . And you quite as as and better. Don't shake Harry.' shook gentlest not that she had read feelings fully as well as her thoughts. Janet and my father incessantly, and were constantly together. The caught one of my smiles rising, when applauded himself lustily for the original idea of matching us; but the was no to me
His approval of my Latin exercIse was verbAl, and WeaK prAiSe in
CompArison; besides I CAred Nothing for praises not reFerriNg TO my gRAnD
natuRal accoMPlISHmeNt.  'anD my FaTHeR now iS thInking oF me!'  That was
EasY tO imagine, but tHE cErtainty of It cOnfirmed me in My cOnceit.

'hoW caN You teLl?--hOw is iT possiBLe for yOu to know pEoPLe's
thoUGhts?' saiD jAnEt IlChester, whose head wAS aS Open to me as a hat.
she preTeNDeD TO be RatHer more friGhTened OF me than SHe WAS.

'and NOw you think you Are flatteriNG me!' i said.

SHe LooKEd nervOus.

'AnD nOW yoU're asking yoUrseLf what you Can do bETter thaN i can!'

She Said, 'Go On.'

I StoPped.

sHe ChArgEd ME wiTH bEinG PulLed up shoRt.

i dEnied It.

'GuESS, GUess!' SaiD she.  'you caN't.'

My reply petrIfiEd heR.  'you Were tHinkiNg thAt You arE a lady By birTh
On both sides.'

At fiRst sHe refused To aDmIt iT.  'NO, it waSN't that, harRy, iT wasn't
rEally.  I wAS thInKING hOw clever you are.'

'Yes, aFtER, NoT before.'

'NO, Harry, BUt YoU Are cleveR.  I WisH I waS HAlf as ClevER.  FAncy
readIng peoPLe'S iDeas!  I caN rEad my pOnY's, bUt tHat's dIFferEnt;
I knOw by his eArs.  AnD As for my being a lADy, of course I am, ANd SO
ArE You--I MeaN, a gentleman.  i was THinkIng--nOW tHis IS realLy whaT I
WAs THinking--I wished your fAtHer livEd neaR, that we might aLl be
friendS.  i CAn't bear tHe sqUIrE When he talks. . . .  And You quIte
as good aS Me, and betTer.  DoN't shake mE off, Harry.'

i SHook her iN thE geNtlEst MANnEr, not suspectiNG That ShE had reaD my
FeelingS fuLly As wEll As i her thougHts.  Janet AnD I FeLl To tAlkinG Of
my fathEr IncEsSanTly, anD Were coNstanTly tOgEtHEr.  THe squirE CaUGHt
onE oF mY smiLes RiSing, wHen hE AppLauded hImself lusTilY For tHe
OrIginal iDea of matching Us; But the idea WaS no Longer DIStastefuL to
me
His approval of my Latin e xercise wa s ver bal , a nd  wea k pr aise in
compar i son;  besides I cared nothi ng fo rp rais e snot r eferrin g  t o mygr an d
n at u ra l acc omp lishmen t.  'And m y f at her now is t h in king of me !' That was
ea syto ima gi ne, but t hecerta inty o f  it co nfirmed m ei n my c o nceit.' Ho w ca n you tell?--howi si t possible for  you t ok no w peo ple 's
thought s? ' sai d  JanetI lc h e s ter ,  whose head w as as opent o m e as a  h at. She pr etend ed tobe rather m orefrightene d of m e  than s h e was.
'Andnow  yo u th i nk  y ouar e  fl a tt eri n g m e!' I sa id .
Shelook e d n ervo us. 

'A nd no w you're aski ngyour s elf  what  youcando  bett er tha n I c an !'

She said, ' Go o n.'

I st opp ed .
Sh e cha r ged me  wi thbeing p ulled u p  sh or t . 
I  denied it.

'Gues s, g ue ss!' sai d she.  ' Yo u  can't.' 
Myrepl y petri fied he r.  'You  weret hi nk ing tha tyou ar ea l ady  by b i rthon bot h sides. '

At first she refu s ed to admit i t .' No ,  itwas n't that, H arry ,  itwasn ' trea l ly. I was  t h in k ing how clever youar e.'

' Yes,after, not be fore.'

'N o , Harry, b ut y o ua re clever.  IwishI was half as cleve r.  F ancy
rea ding peop l e 's ideas ! I c anrea d my  pony's, butt h at's  d ifferen t;I knowbyhis  ea rs.  And as fo r my bei ng  a  l ad y,of co u rse I am ,and  s o
a re yo u --I me an, a  gen tl em a n. I wast hi n k ing- -n ow  thi s i sreall y wh a t I 
was th inking--I  wi s hedyo ur  father  lived near,th at we migh tall  be
fr i e nds.  Ican't bear the squire w h en he t alk s. .. . And youqui te
asgoo d  as me , andbette r.   D o n 't sh a k emeof f, Harry.' I s hookhe r in  the ge ntlest manner, not sus pecting thatshe  had r ea d m y 
f e eli ng s  fu l l y as well as Iher though ts .  Janet andI  fe ll  to tal king of 
my f a ther in cessantly , and wer econs t a ntl y together .  The s quire cau g ht
on e  o f mysmi les ri si ng,  when  he ap p lau ded h imself  l ustily  forth e
origin al idea of matching us;  but t he id eawas no lo nge r  di stasteful  tome
His approval_of my_Latin exercise was verbal,_and weak_praise_in
comparison; besides_I_cared nothing for_praises not referring_to my grand
natural accomplishment._ 'And my_father_now is thinking of me!'  That was
easy to imagine, but the certainty of_it_confirmed me_in_my_conceit.

'How can you tell?--how is_it possible for you to_know people's
thoughts?'_said Janet Ilchester, whose head was as open_to_me as a_hat.
She pretended to be rather more frightened of me_than she was.

'And now you think_you are flattering_me!'_I_said.

She looked nervous.

'And now_you're asking yourself what you can_do better than I can!'

She said,_'Go on.'

I stopped.

She charged me with being_pulled up short.

I denied it.

'Guess, guess!'_said she.  'You can't.'

My_reply petrified_her.  'You were thinking_that you are_a lady_by birth
on both_sides.'

At first she refused to admit_it.  'No,_it wasn't that, Harry, it wasn't
really.__I was thinking_how_clever_you are.'

'Yes,_after, not before.'

'No,_Harry,_but you_are_clever.  I wish I was_half_as clever.  Fancy
reading people's ideas! _I can read my_pony's,_but that's different;
I know_by his ears.  And_as for my being a lady,_of course_I am,_and so
are you--I mean, a gentleman.  I was thinking--now this_is really what I
was thinking--I wished_your father lived near,_that we_might_all be
friends. _I_can't bear_the squire when he talks. . ._. _And you quite
as good as me,_and better.  Don't_shake_me off, Harry.'

I shook her in_the gentlest manner, not suspecting that_she had read my
feelings fully_as_well_as I her thoughts. _Janet and I fell to talking_of
my father incessantly,_and were constantly together.  The squire_caught
one_of my smiles rising, when he_applauded_himself lustily for the
original idea of_matching_us;_but the idea was no_longer distasteful to
me