And if she has not been very wisely brought up we must not blame her too much for that." "I do not like her; I wish she would go away," said Phyllis with quiet determination.
"She is going to-morrow," said Mrs.Enderby.
"She is not a lady, mother, and I am quite tired of her restless ways," persisted Phyllis.

"I hope she will never come back here." Mrs.Enderby in her heart echoed this hope, but she controlled her feeling against Hetty and said: "I fear your aunt is not the sort of person to understand the bringing up of a girl; but remember, Phyllis, that I rely on you to help me to be of service to this poor child.

Go to bed now, my daughter, and be wise, as you usually are." Phyllis looked troubled, and thought over her mother's words as she lay in bed.

But hers was not one of those natures that relent easily.

She tried to satisfy her conscience by assuring herself that she wished no ill to Hetty, but quite the reverse.