you see, they are not only wicked—they’re VULGAR. Sometimes”— reflectively—“I’ve thought perhaps I might do something wicked— I might suddenly fly into a rage and kill Miss Minchin, you know, when she was ill-treating me—but I COULDN’T be vulgar. Why can’t you tell your father I read them?”
“He wants me to read them,” said Ermengarde, a little discouraged by this unexpected turn of affairs.
“He wants you to know what is in them,
you see, they are not only wicked—they’re VULGAR. Sometimes”— reflectively—“I’ve thought perhaps I might do something wicked— I might suddenly fly into a rage and kill Miss Minchin, you know, when she was ill-treating me—but I COULDN’T be vulgar. Why can’t you tell your father I read them?”
“He wants me to read them,” said Ermengarde, a little discouraged by this unexpected turn of affairs.
“He wants you to know what is in them,
