She thinks I am odd and countrified, and I dare say I am; but I should n't laugh at a girl's clothes because she was poor, or keep her out of the way because she did n't do just as other girls do here.

I see her make fun of me, and I can't feel as I did; and I 'd go home, only it would seem ungrateful to Mr.Shaw and grandma, and I do love them dearly." "I say, Fan, you 've got it now.

Shut the book and come away," cried Tom, enjoying this broadside immensely, but feeling guilty, as well he might.
"Just one bit more," whispered Fanny, turning on a page or two, and stopping at a leaf that was blurred here and there as if tears had dropped on it.
"Sunday morning, early.

Nobody is up to spoil my quiet time, and I must write my journal, for I 've been so bad lately, I could n't bear to do it.

I 'm glad my visit is most done, for things worry me here, and there is n't any one to help me get right when I get wrong.