You'd never do anything so naughty, and you so like Miss Sybilla, who was so good." "Dorcas, I'm tired of being told I'm like Miss Sybilla," said Griselda, impatiently.

"She was my grandmother; no one would like to be told they were like their grandmother.

It makes me feel as if my face must be all screwy up and wrinkly, and as if I should have spectacles on and a wig." "_That_ is not like what Miss Sybilla was when I first saw her," said Dorcas.

"She was younger than you, missie, and as pretty as a fairy." "_Was_ she ?" exclaimed Griselda, stopping short.
"Yes, indeed she was.

She might have been a fairy, so sweet she was and gentle--and yet so merry.