"Yes, that is true; and it comes across me now, and then what a horrid wretch I am, to be wanting to undertake so much, when I leave so much undone.

But, do you know, Margaret, there's no one such a help in those ways as Richard.
Though he is so precise, he is never tiresome.

He makes me see things, and do them neatly, without plaguing me, and putting me in a rage.

I'm not ready to bite off my own fingers, or kick all the rattle-traps over and leave them, as I am when Miss Winter scolds me, or nurse, or even Flora sometimes; but it is as if I was gratifying him, and his funny little old bachelor tidyisms divert me; besides, he teaches me the theory, and never lays hold of my poor fingers, and, when they won't bend the wrong way, calls them frogs." "He is a capital master for you," said Margaret, much amused and pleased, for Richard was her especial darling, and she triumphed in any eulogy from those who ordinarily were too apt to regard his dullness with superior compassion.
"If he would only read our books, and enter into poetry and delight in it; but it is all nonsense to him," said Ethel.

"I can't think how people can be so different; but, oh! here he comes.