I am sure Etta is wrong: you do not look in the least strong-minded.

Tracy said it was wonderful how such slender little fingers could ever do hospital work.
She has fallen in love with you, my dear; and Tracy has plenty of penetration.

I never can understand why she does not take to Etta; and Etta is so good to her; but there, we all have our prejudices.' As soon as Mrs.Maberley's ripple of talk had died away, I told her a little about my work, and how much I liked my life at Heathfield, and then I spoke of my great interest in Gladys Hamilton.
It was really very pleasant sitting in this warm, softly-lighted room and talking to this charming, kind-hearted old lady.

Christmas Eve was not so dull, after all, as I had expected; it was nice to feel that I was making a new friend,--that the little service I had rendered Mrs.Maberley had broken down the barrier between us and overcome her prejudice.

I knew that Miss Darrell had set her against me, and that for some reason of her own she wished to prevent her calling upon me.
Did Miss Darrell dislike my coming to Heathfield?
Was she afraid of finding me in her way?
Was she at all desirous of making my stay irksome to me?
These were some of the questions I was continually asking myself.
I noticed that Mrs.Maberley sighed and shook her head when I spoke of Miss Hamilton.