There had been something remarkably amiable about her.

Fanny in those early days had preferred her to Susan; and when the news of her death had at last reached Mansfield, had for a short time been quite afflicted.

The sight of Betsey brought the image of little Mary back again, but she would not have pained her mother by alluding to her for the world.

While considering her with these ideas, Betsey, at a small distance, was holding out something to catch her eyes, meaning to screen it at the same time from Susan's.
"What have you got there, my love ?" said Fanny; "come and shew it to me." It was a silver knife.

Up jumped Susan, claiming it as her own, and trying to get it away; but the child ran to her mother's protection, and Susan could only reproach, which she did very warmly, and evidently hoping to interest Fanny on her side.