I used to envy Fanny; but I don't now, for her father and mother don't take care of her as mine do of me.

She is afraid of her father, and makes her mother do as she likes.

I 'm glad I came though, for I see money don't give people everything; but I 'd like a little all the same, for it is so comfortable to buy nice things.

I read over my journal just now, and I 'm afraid it 's not a good one; for I have said all sorts of things about the people here, and it is n't kind.

I should tear it out, only I promised to keep my diary, and I want to talk over things that puzzle me with mother.