Do what I say.

You see she has to live here, and you had better try to make the best of it." "She hates mamma and she hates me," I cried, unreasonably.
"Now, my dear little lady," said Emma, "how can you possibly know that?
You are not reasonable or patient; try to make the best of it.

It is of no use for you to make an enemy of the new lady; if you do I am sure you will suffer for it." "Oh, Emma!" I cried, "why did she come; we were all so happy; we were all three so happy--why did she come?
I did not want any education, I am sure." "Pardon me, Miss Laura, but I think you do," said Emma, gravely.
"The only thing I want to live for at all is to be with mamma," I said--"to take care of her and try to make her happy.

I do not want any other life than that." "But," said my nurse, and I have often thought since what sense lay in her words, "do you know, Miss Laura, that my lady, who is so clever herself, will want an educated companion?
For her sake you must learn all you can." Those words gave me quite a new light.

Why, of course I must; my mother was not only well educated, but she was also highly accomplished; she spoke French and German and had a very fair knowledge of Italian, whereas I had only just mastered the rudiments of English.