And it was evident to her that her uncle and aunt also felt it a pity there were so many girls:--what rational person could feel otherwise, except poor mamma, who never would see how Alice set up her shoulders and lifted her eyebrows till she had no forehead left, how Bertha and Fanny whispered and tittered together about everything, or how Isabel was always listening and staring and forgetting where she was, and treading on the toes of her suffering elders?
"You have brothers, Anna," said Gwendolen, while the sisters were being noticed.

"I think you are enviable there." "Yes," said Anna, simply.

"I am very fond of them; but of course their education is a great anxiety to papa.

He used to say they made me a tomboy.

I really was a great romp with Rex.