The idea of my going to Hillsbro' was ridiculed till I got angry, but not ashamed.
"Those poor Hollingfords!" said one lady.

"I am sure it is very kind of you, Miss Dacre, to pay them a visit; but _live_ with them, my dear!--you could not think of identifying yourself with such people.

Are you aware that the father ruined numbers of people, absconded with his pockets full of money, and never was heard of since ?" "Yes," said I; "but I have nothing to do with Mr.Hollingford.And I daresay if his wife had taken ill-gotten riches down to Hillsbro' with her, the police would have followed her before this; for she gives her address quite openly." I afterwards heard this lady telling Grace that her friend was a very pert young woman.

I did not mind, for, through fighting Mrs.
Hollingford's battles, I had come to think that I loved her memory; and I tried to do so for my mother's sake.
"It is not at all necessary to live with a guardian," said Grace.

"They say Mrs.Hollingford makes butter and sells it; and Frederick says the son is a mere ploughman.