Isn't there anything that I can do to make it up to you, somehow ?" "No; nothing.

Nothing will ever comfort me any more; and how could a great, stupid boy like you make up to me for having lost her ?" moaned poor little Elisabeth, with the selfishness of absorbing grief.
"Well, anyway, I am as fond of you as she was, for nobody could be fonder of anybody than I am of you." "That doesn't help.

I don't miss her so because she loved me, but because I loved her; and I shall never, never love any one else as much as long as I live." "Oh yes, you will, I expect," replied Christopher, who even then knew Elisabeth better than she knew herself.
"No--I shan't; and I should hate myself if I did." Elisabeth fretted so terribly after her Cousin Anne that she grew paler and thinner than ever; and Miss Farringdon was afraid that the girl would make herself really ill, in spite of her wiry constitution.

After much consultation with many friends, she decided to send Elisabeth to school, for it was plain that she was losing her vitality through lack of an interest in life; and school--whatever it may or may not supply--invariably affords an unfailing amount of new interests.

So Elisabeth went to Fox How--a well-known girls' school not a hundred miles from London--so called in memory of Dr.Arnold, according to whose principles the school was founded and carried on.
It would be futile to attempt to relate the history of Elisabeth Farringdon without telling in some measure what her school-days did for her; and it would be equally futile to endeavour to convey to the uninitiated any idea of what that particular school meant--and still means--to all its daughters.
When Elisabeth had left her girlhood far behind her, the mere mention of the name, Fox How, never failed to send thrills all through her, as God save the Queen, and Home, sweet Home have a knack of doing; and for any one to have ever been a pupil at Fox How, was always a sure and certain passport to Elisabeth's interest and friendliness.