r if you are so clever," said mother,
crossly. "That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately
put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What
would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place
for us yourself."

"Why can't we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places
than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would
be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no
more to each other than strangers."

"Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your
father to start again with only five cows in the world? It's no use, you
never talk sense. You'll find my way is always the best in the end."

"Would it not be easier," I replied, "for our relations to each give a
little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole
responsibility of rearing a child? I'm sure they'd much prefer it."

"Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your
own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl
as you are?"

"I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the
family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the
children will grow up saints," I said bitterly.

"Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you
take no interest in your work. If you'd turn to and help me rear poultry
and make dresses--and why don't you take to cooking?"

"Take to cooking!" I retorted with scorn. "The fire that a fellow has to
endure on that old oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of
clearing it up grinds on my very nerves. Besides, if I ever do want to do
any extra fancy cooking, we either can't afford the butter or the
currants, or else the eggs are too scarce! Cook, be grannied!"

"Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!"

"Yes, I once was foolish enough to try and be polite, but I've given it
up. My style of talk is quite good enough for my company. What on earth
does it matter whether I'm vulgar or not. I can feed calves and milk and
grind out my days here just as well vulgar as unvulgar," I answered
savagely.

"There, you see you are always discontented about your home. It's no use;
the only thing is for you to earn your own living."

I will earn my own living."

"What will you do? Will you be examined for a pupil-teacher? That is a
very nice occupation for girls."