I think it's very, very horrid of them." "Oh dear! oh dear!" sighed her sister again.
"Now, Kitty, stop." "Another man!" sighed Mrs.Willoughby.
"Now, Kitty, if you are so unkind, I'll cry.

You're _always_ teasing me.

You _never_ do any thing to comfort me.

You _know_ I want comfort, and I'm not strong, and people all come and save my life and worry me; and I really sometimes think I'd rather not live at all if my life _has_ to be saved so often.

I'm sure _I_ don't know why they go and do it.