She felt really very kindly, and would have worked herself to a skeleton, if need be, for the sake of the Mainwarings, whom she sincerely loved.

Jasmine's red face, however, grew still redder.
"Please, Miss Martineau--yes, Primrose, I will speak--please, Miss Martineau, we cannot discuss dear mamma with you.

There is nothing to discuss, and nothing to tell--I won't--I can't--Primrose, I won't listen, and I won't talk." Miss Martineau shook her head, and looked really angrily at Jasmine.
"Nothing to tell," she said, sorrowfully.

"Is your poor dear mother then so soon forgotten?
I could not have believed it.

Alas! alas! how little children appreciate their parents." "You are not a parent yourself, and you know nothing about it," said Jasmine, now feeling very angry, and speaking in her rudest tone.
Primrose's quiet voice interposed.
"I think, Miss Martineau," she began, "that the first subject will be more than Jasmine and I can quite bear--you must forgive us, even if you fail quite to understand us.