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What is the matter, Amy? asked Margaret.
gpt
Why don't you speak out; and why are you so grave!
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I don't quite know, answered Amy, trying to raise her voice;
gpt
And why not? said Miss Cunningham, who had been patting one of the figures with her parasol, and calling it a
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Because, replied Amy,
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Well! and so they say their prayers and read their Bibles in their bedrooms, observed Margaret;
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You know bedrooms are never consecrated.
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Consecrated! repeated Miss Cunningham, her eyes opening to their fullest extent;
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What has that to do with it?
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I don't know that I can quite tell, replied Amy;
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I wish you would talk sense, said Miss Cunningham, sharply;
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I can't understand a word you say.
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I know what I mean myself, though I cannot explain it. On Sunday people never work, or ride about, or read the same books as they do on other days--at least mamma never lets me do it; and she makes me say my Catechism, and other things like it--hymns, I mean, and collects.
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That may be your fashion on a Sunday, but it is not mine, said Miss Cunningham.
human
I used to say my Catechism once a month before I was confirmed, to get it perfect; but since then I have never thought about it.
gpt
Have you been confirmed?
human
Yes, to be sure. I am quite old enough; I was fifteen last month.
gpt
Then you must feel quite grown up now,
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Grown up! why should I? I shall not do that till I come out in London.
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Shall you not? said Amy, gravely.
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I think I should feel quite grown up if I were confirmed.
gpt
I never heard any one yet call a girl only just fifteen grown up,
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It is not what I should be called, but what I should feel, replied Amy.
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People, when they are confirmed, are allowed to do things that they must not before.