But if my father were here I would let him know what he has done." The hopeless hardness of her young voice smote me with pain, but I could think of nothing to say to her.

I felt that she thought I had been false to John, and that her sympathy for him had stirred all the latent bitterness of her nature.
"And how is the young lady at the Hall ?" she asked suddenly.
"Do you mean Miss Leonard ?" I said.
"Oh, yes--Miss Leonard," said Jane, dropping her eyes on the floor with a strange look.
"Very well," I answered, thinking of the jubilee that was going on at the Hall.
"There is more wickedness in the world than mine," said Jane still frowning at the carpet.

"She is false, and you are false--every one is false.

I only know of two grand souls in the world--my mother and John.
But the wicked ones will prosper, see if they don't--those who are gay and charming, at least.

Bad ones like me go down like a stone, and lie at the bottom." At this moment an eager treble voice was heard on the stairs, and the next Mopsie and I were crying, with our heads together, on the lobby.
"Oh, Margery, Margery!" sobbed the little one--"dear, darling, _sweet_ Margery! why are you going away?
You promised you would always stay.