I suppose novels don’t count
"A little of everything I should say, for when I look into my mind there really doesn’t seem to be much there but odds and ends, and yet I’m sure I’ve read a great deal more than some girls do. I suppose novels don’t count, though, and are of no use, for, goodness knows, the people and things they describe aren’t a bit like the real ones."
"Some novels are very useful and do as much good as sermons, I’ve heard Uncle say, because they not only describe truly, but teach so pleasantly that people like to learn in that way," said Rose, who knew the sort of books Kitty had read and did not wonder that she felt rather astray when she tried to guide herself by their teaching.
"You pick me out some of the right kind, and I’ll apply my mind to them. Then I ought to have some ‘serious views’ and ‘methods’ and ‘principles.’ Steve said ‘principles,’ good firm ones, you know." And Kitty gave a little pull at the bit of cambric she was cutting as housewives pull cotton or calico when they want "a good firm article."
Rose could not help laughing now, though much pleased, for Kitty was so prettily in earnest, and yet so perfectly ignorant how to begin on the self-improvement she very much needed, that it was pathetic as well as comical to see and hear her.
"You certainly want some of those, and must begin at once to get them, but Aunt Jessie can help you there better than I can, or Aunt Jane, for she has very ‘firm’ ones, I assure you," said Rose, sobering down as quickly as possible.
"Mercy on us! I should never dare to say a word about it to Mrs. Mac, for I’m dreadfully afraid of her, she is so stern, and how I’m ever to get on when she is my mother-in-law I don’t know!" cried Kitty, clasping her hands in dismay at the idea.
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