I should be very miserable without Bellairs, or without a fire in my room.

I don't know what I should do if I had to live in that cold, shabby den, and do my own hair, yet they think nothing of it, and they are cultivated and ladylike! Is it all fancy, and being brought up to it?
I wonder if it is right?
Yet dear papa likes me to have these things, and can afford them.

I never knew I was luxurious before, and yet I think I must be! One thing I do wish, and that is, that I was of as much use as those girls.

I ought to be.

I am a motherless girl like them, and I ought to be everything to papa, just as Miss May is, even lying on the sofa there, and only two years older than I am.