To me, personally, she has always been rude,--most uncourteous,--and,--and,--and unlike a younger woman to an older one, and an aunt, and all that.

I suppose it is because she hates me." "Oh, no, Aunt Stanbury!" "My dear, I suppose it is.

Why else should she treat me in such a way?
But I do believe of her that she would rather eat an honest, dry crust, than dishonest cake and ale." "She would rather starve than pick up a crumb that was dishonest," said Dorothy, fairly bursting out into tears.
"I believe it.

I do believe it.

There; what more can I say?
Clock House, indeed! What matter what house you live in, so that you can pay the rent of it honestly ?" "But the rent is paid--honestly," said Dorothy, amidst her sobs.
"It's paid, I don't doubt.