added severely, ‚Äúyou mustn‚Äôt keep saying it‚Äôs wicked to lie ‚Äôcause it ain‚Äôt. Sometimes I lies,‚Äù she reflected pensively, ‚Äúand sometimes I don‚Äôt‚ÅÝ‚Äîit depends.‚Äù
Miss Taylor forgot her collar, and fingered the pin on the desk. She felt at once a desperate desire to know this girl better and to establish her own authority.
Yet how should she do it? She kept toying with the pin, and Zora watched her. Then Miss Taylor said, absently:
“Zora, what do you propose to do when you grow up?”
Zora considered.
‚ÄúThink and walk‚ÅÝ‚Äîand rest,‚Äù she concluded.
“I mean, what work?”
‚ÄúWork? Oh, I shan‚Äôt work. I don‚Äôt like work‚ÅÝ‚Äîdo you?‚Äù