On Sunday I was miserable.

The Spences are as kind as any one could be, but--I won't write about it; no doubt you understand me.
"What do you think ought to be done about Mrs.Ackworth and her daughter?
It is shameful, after all they have received from me.

Will you tell them that I am gravely displeased to hear of their absenting themselves from chapel.

I have a very good mind to write to Mr.
Higginson and beg him to suspend the girl from his employment until she becomes regular in her attendance at worship.

Perhaps that would seem malicious, but she and her mother ought to be punished in some way.
Speak to them very sternly.
"I do not understand how young Brooks has dared to tell you I promised him work in the greenhouse.