Miranda, taking off her spectacles and laying down her mending. "You don't think she 's a leetle mite crazy, do you, Jane?"
"I don't think she 's like the rest of us," responded Jane thoughtfully and with some anxiety in her pleasant face; "but whether it 's for the better or the worse I can't hardly tell till she grows up. She 's got the making of 'most anything in her, Rebecca has; but I feel sometimes as if we were not fitted to cope with her."
"Stuff an' nonsense!" said Miranda. "Speak for yourself. I feel fitted to cope with any child that ever was born int' the world!"
"I know you do, Mirandy; but that don't make you so," returned Jane with a smile.
The habit of speaking her mind freely was certainly growing on Jane to an altogether terrifying extent.
