To sit and cry because--I'm ashamed of you!" Surprise and misery caused the tears to break forth again.
"Go to bed, and go to sleep!" said the mistress, harshly.

"If ever you _are_ married, you'll remember what I said, and look back to the time when you knew nothing worse than silly girlish troubles.

Have you no pride?
It's girls like you that make men think so lightly of all women--despise us--say we are unfit for anything but cooking and cradle-rocking! If you go on in this way you must leave me; I won't have a silly, moping creature before my eyes, to make me lose all patience!" The girl took up the tray and hurried off.

Her mistress sat till late in the night, now reading a page of the proofs, now brooding with dark countenance..