"I have a great deal to learn, you know," I said, feeling it
very gravely indeed in my little heart.

"What do you want to know so much?" said Preston.

I said, "everything". I was very ignorant.

"You are no such thing," said Preston. "Your head is full this
minute. I think you have about as much knowledge as is good
for you. I mean to take care that you do not get too much."

"Oh, Preston," said I, "that is very wrong. I have not any
knowledge scarcely."

"There is no occasion," said Preston stoutly. "I hate learned
women."

"Don't you like to learn things?"

"That's another matter," said he. "A man must know things, or
he can't get along. Women are different."

"But I think it is nice to know things too," said I. "I don't
see how it is different."

"Why, a woman need not be a lawyer, or a doctor, or a
professor," said Preston; "all she need do, is to have good
sense and dress herself nicely."

"Is dressing so important?" said I, with a new light breaking