But Betty makes you look at things so differently.

I'd give anything I've got to have people remember me as they will her.

What must papa think of me?
I'm all he's got, and he is so good to me! Oh, it would have been better if I had never been born! Every day I've lived I've left a whole road full of stones for somebody to jolt over.

Poor old Eliot can't think of me as anything else than an imp of selfishness, for I'm always making it hard for her, and she's a stranger in a strange land,' and I ought to have remembered that she has feelings as well as I have, even if she is a servant.

And now Betty's eyes--" She turned over on the bed, face downward, and began to cry.