"She was satisfied with her salary; but she wasn't satisfied with her life.

The meek little woman grew downright angry when she spoke of it.

'I had no reason to complain of my employers,' she said.

'I was civilly treated and punctually paid; but I never made friends of them.

I tried to make friends of the children; and sometimes I thought I had succeeded--but, oh dear, when they were idle, and I was obliged to keep them to their lessons, I soon found how little hold I had on the love that I wanted them to give me.
We see children in books who are perfect little angels; never envious or greedy or sulky or deceitful; always the same sweet, pious, tender, grateful, innocent creatures--and it has been my misfortune never to meet with them, go where I might! It is a hard world, Amelius, the world that I have lived in.