She would hardly have knelt down and beseeched the Lord to make her fall in love with a man she scarcely knew, and when she couldn't be sure what he was going to do about it--not the Lord, the man, I mean.

You could see for yourself she wouldn't do that.

I finished my work, and then I tried to do things for her, and she wouldn't let me.

Mother told me to ask her to make Grace Greenwood the dress she had promised when I was so sick; so I took the Scotch plaid to her and reminded her, and she pushed me away and said: "Some time!" I even got Grace, and showed Shelley the spills on her dress, and how badly she needed a new one, but she never looked, she said: "Oh bother! My head aches.

Do let me be!" Mother was listening.