She had always scorned Dotty's self-conceit; but hadn't she shown quite as much herself?
Making her auntie suppose she understood cooking, and putting Mrs.Fixfax to all this trouble for nothing?
How horrified auntie would be, and the housekeeper too, if they should dream that this little family was starving, with a cook-book lying open on the floor! "But I declare, it's real mean in you two to make fun of me," cried the young landlady, tipping the sugar-basin plump into the dish-tub; "you couldn't get any better supper yourselves, nor half so good; so there!" Surprised at the sharp sound of her own voice, dismayed at sight of the wet sugar, and completely discouraged by the aspect of things in general, Prudy burst out into a sort of frenzy.

She was ashamed of herself, but she couldn't stop.
"You think I can bear everything--you and Dotty both! People are careful what they say to Dotty, for her temper's just like live coals; but they talk to me, and say anything; anything they've a mind to." "Why, Prue," exclaimed Horace, as astonished as if Mother Hubbard's dog had spoken; "why, Prue!" "Yes, you think it's awful if I speak; but sometimes it seems as if I should bite my tongue out." "Don't, Prudy," exclaimed Dotty, looking on with awe and alarm, as if there had been a sudden eclipse of the sun; "I didn't mean to." "Don't Prudy," said Fly, clutching at the brown dress; "and I'll give you sumpin what I buy." There is an old saying, "Beware the fury of a patient man." Prudy had tried all day to "Smile and smile, While secret wounds were eating at her heart;" but now she could scarcely bear the touch of little Fly's hand.

She did not care what she said, if she could only find words bitter enough.
"I always have to bear, and bear, and bear.

Nobody else does.

I've noticed how different it is with Susy.