Ellen was silent. Her hopes had fallen to the ground, and her disappointment was unsoothed by one word of kindness or sympathy. With all her old grievances fresh in her mind, she sat thinking her aunt was the very most disagreeable person she ever had the misfortune to meet with. No amiable feelings were working within her; and the cloud on her brow was of displeasure and disgust, as well as sadness and sorrow. Her aunt saw it. "What are you thinking of?" said she, rather sharply. "I am thinking," said Ellen, "I am very sorry I cannot go to school." "Why, what do you want to learn so much? you know how to read and write and cipher, don't you?" "Read and write and cipher!" said Ellen — "to be sure I do; but that's nothing; that's only the beginning." "Well, what do you want to learn besides?" "Oh, a great many things." "Well, what?" "Oh, a great many things," said Ellen; "French, and Italian, and Latin, and music, and arithmetic, and chemistry, and all about animals, and plants; and insects — I forget what it's called — and — oh, I can't recollect; a great many things. Every now and then I think of something I want to learn; I can't remember them now. But I am doing nothing," said Ellen, sadly — "learning nothing — I am not studying and improving myself as I meant to; Mamma will be disappointed when she comes back; and I meant to please her so much!" The tears were fast coming; she put her hand upon her eyes to force them back. "If you are so tired of being idle," said Miss Fortune, "I'll warrant I'll give you something to do; and something to learn, too, that you want enough, more than all those crinkum- crankums; I wonder what good they'd ever do you! That's the way your mother was brought up, I suppose. If she had been trained to use her hands and do something useful, instead of thinking herself above it, maybe she wouldn't have had to go to sea for her health just now; it doesn't do for women to be bookworms." "Mamma isn't a bookworm!" said Ellen, indignantly; "I don't know what you mean; and she never thinks of herself above being useful; it's very strange you should say so when you don't know anything about her." "I know she han't brought you up to know manners, anyhow," said Miss Fortune. "Look here — I'll give you something to do — just you put those plates and dishes together ready for washing while I am down stairs." Ellen obeyed, unwillingly enough. She had neither knowledge of the business nor any liking for it; so it is no wonder Miss Fortune at her return was not well pleased. "But I never did such a thing before," said Ellen.