I used to wish sometimes that I'd been called Mary." "Did he! Why ?" "He once had a sister called Mary; such a beautiful creature! I declare I sometimes think you are like her." "Oh, dear! then she must have been beautiful indeed!" said Mary, laughing.
"She was very beautiful.

I just remember her--oh, so beautiful! she was quite a poor girl, you know; and so was I then.

Isn't it odd that I should have to be called 'my lady' now?
Do you know Miss Thorne--" "Mary! Mary!" said her guest.
"Ah, yes; but somehow, I hardly like to make so free; but, as I was saying, I do so dislike being called 'my lady:' I always think the people are laughing at me; and so they are." "Oh, nonsense." "Yes, they are though: poor dear Roger, he used to call me 'my lady' just to make fun of me; I didn't mind it so much from him.

But, Miss Thorne--" "Mary, Mary, Mary." "Ah, well! I shall do it in time.

But, Miss--Mary, ha! ha! ha! never mind, let me alone.