Miss Barfoot and Miss Nunn are very sensible and good people, and I admire them very much, but I _can't_ go their way.

It seems to me that it would be dreadful, dreadful, to live one's life alone.

Don't turn round and snap at me; I want to tell you the truth whilst you can't see me.

Whenever I think of Alice and Virginia, I am frightened; I had rather, oh, far rather, kill myself than live such a life at their age.

You can't imagine how miserable they are, really.
And I have the same nature as theirs, you know.