I can't bear to hear her, listen, Mary.
"What shall one of us That struck the foremost"-- "That is declaiming," said Miss Winter.

"It is not what we wish for in a lady.

You are neglecting your work and interfering." Ethel made a fretful contortion, and obeyed.

So it went on all the morning, Ethel's eagerness checked by Miss Winter's dry manner, producing pettishness, till Ethel, in a state between self-reproach and a sense of injustice, went up to prepare for dinner, and to visit Margaret on the way.
She found her sister picking a merino frock to pieces.

"See here," she said eagerly, "I thought you would like to make up this old frock for one of the Cocksmoor children; but what is the matter ?" as Ethel did not show the lively interest that she expected.
"Oh, nothing, only Miss Winter is so tiresome." "What was it ?" "Everything, it was all horrid.