Her clumsy hands and feet seemed always in her way.
'I know I am the ugly duckling,' she would say, with tears in her eyes; 'but I shall never turn into a swan like Sara and Lesbia,--not that I want to be like them!'-- with a little scorn in her voice.

'Lesbia is too tame, too namby-pamby, for my taste; and Sara is stupid.

She laughs and talks, but she never says anything that people have not said a hundred times before.

Oh, I am so tired of it all! I grow more cross and disagreeable every day,' finished Jill, who was very frank on the subject of her shortcoming.
I would have stopped and talked to Jill, only Lesbia tapped me on the arm rather peremptorily.
'Come into the back drawing-room,' she said, in a low voice.

'I want to speak to you .-- Jill, why do you not practise your new duet with Sara?
She will play nothing but valses all the evening, unless you prevent it' But Jill shook her head sulkily; she felt safer in her corner.