Oh! I wish Mr.Wilmot was not coming!" Ethel sat for a long time with her head hidden in Margaret's pillows, and her hand clasped by her good elder sister.

At last she looked up and said, "Oh, Margaret, I am so unhappy.

I see the whole meaning of it now.
Do you not?
When papa gave his consent at last, I was pleased and set up, and proud of my plans.

I never recollected what a silly, foolish girl I am, and how unfit.

I thought Mr.Wilmot would think great things of it--it was all wrong and self-satisfied.