It is a very bad failing this, of being over sensitive; and exceedingly annoying to one's friends." "It is, I know; but still, all of us have a weak point, and when that is assailed, we are very apt to betray our feelings." "Well, I say now, as I have always said--I don't like to have any thing to do with people who have these weak points.

This being hurt by a word, as if words were blows, is something that does not come within the range of my sympathies." "And yet, aunt," said I, "all have weak points.

Even you are not entirely free from them." "Me!" aunt Rachel bridled.
"Yes; and if even as light a thing as a word were to fall upon them, you would suffer pain." "Pray, ma'am," said, aunt Rachel, with much dignity of manner; she was chafed by my words, light as they were; "inform me where these weaknesses, of which you are pleased to speak, lie ?" "Oh, no; you must excuse me.

That would be very much out of place.
But I only stated a general fact that appertains to all of us." Aunt Rachel looked very grave.

I had laid the weight of words upon a weakness of her character, and it had given her pain.