Here is some warm water ready for you, mamma," Gwendolen ended, proceeding to take off her own dress and then waiting to have her hair wound up by her mamma.
There was silence for a minute or two, till Mrs.Davilow said, while coiling the daughter's hair, "I am sure I have never crossed you, Gwendolen." "You often want me to do what I don't like." "You mean, to give Alice lessons ?" "Yes.

And I have done it because you asked me.

But I don't see why I should, else.

It bores me to death, she is so slow.

She has no ear for music, or language, or anything else.