I believe I was hasty with you, my poor girl.

I was vexed, and we have no one to smooth us down.

I am sorry, my dear, but you must bear with me, for I never learned her ways with you when I might.

We will try to have more patience with each other." What could Ethel do but hang round his neck and cry, till he said, but tenderly, that they had given Margaret quite disturbance enough to-day, and sent her to bed, vowing to watch each little action, lest she should again give pain to such a father and sister..