"Take care what you do!" it said.

"This is a coarse, common, dirty boy.

He smells of the stable; his hair is full of hay; his hands are beyond description.

What have you in common with such a creature?
He has not even the sense to know that he is your inferior." "I don't care!" said the new Hilda.

"I know what mamma would do if she were here, and I shall do it,--or try to do it, at least.