"Something is wrong with me," she thought sternly; "the visit to the judge must have upset me.

I don't usually have such wretched thoughts in the evening." "Did you bring me your school report, darling ?" she asked.
Yes, Fanny had brought it, and she drew it forth reluctantly from the pages of a novel.

It was impossible to make her study.

She was as incapable of application as a butterfly.

"I thought you were going to do better this month, Fanny," said Gabriella reproachfully.
"Oh, mother dear, I want to leave school.