She was so very good herself, I thought, that the badness of other people made her frown all her life.

I felt so different from her, even making every allowance for the differences between a child and a woman; I felt so poor, so trifling, and so far off that I never could be unrestrained with her--no, could never even love her as I wished.

It made me very sorry to consider how good she was and how unworthy of her I was, and I used ardently to hope that I might have a better heart; and I talked it over very often with the dear old doll, but I never loved my godmother as I ought to have loved her and as I felt I must have loved her if I had been a better girl.
This made me, I dare say, more timid and retiring than I naturally was and cast me upon Dolly as the only friend with whom I felt at ease.

But something happened when I was still quite a little thing that helped it very much.
I had never heard my mama spoken of.

I had never heard of my papa either, but I felt more interested about my mama.