"It's not for myself I care," she would explain to Ross, every day in the week and more on Sundays, "but for the girls.

In that dreadful Jopalez there was absolutely _no_ opportunity for them; but here, with horses, there is no reason we should not have friends.

You must consider your sisters, Ross! Do be more cordial to Mr.Thaddler." But Ross could not at present be cordial to anybody.

His unexpected good fortune, the freedom from hated cares, and chance to work out his mighty theories on the faithful guinea-pig, ought to have filled his soul with joy; but Diantha's cruel obstinacy had embittered his cup of joy.

He could not break with her; she had not refused him, and it was difficult in cold blood to refuse her.
He had stayed away for two whole weeks, in which time the guinea-pigs nibbled at ease and Diantha's work would have suffered except for her mother's extra efforts.