She was not so well informed as her elder sisters, and had to make up in the quantity of her teaching what it lacked in the quality.

She was fagged, and hunted, and worried from morning till night by all the small girls in the school.
She would have been merry if she had had time, and she was witty whenever she could get the chance of being anything but a machine; but she was not always happy, for I slept in her room, and I sometimes heard her crying in the night.

As I remember her first she was young and pretty, but as time went on she grew a little faded, and a little harassed-looking; though I still thought her sweet enough for anything.
Well, Miss Kitty went down to the major, and I, following close upon her heels, heard a little scream as I paused at the parlour door, and there when I went in was a bronzed-looking gentleman holding Miss Kitty's two hands in his, and looking in her face.

And I could not care about the birds for thinking of it, and when we went up to bed Miss Kitty told me that Major Guthrie was an old friend of her family, and that he had said he would call again.

And surely enough he did call again; and then it happened that the three Miss Sweetmans were invited out to an evening party--a great event for them.