"I thought it must be right and good--but it has only done mischief; and now papa says they are an ungrateful set, and that, if it vexes me, I had better have no more to do with them!" "It does not vex you so much as that, I hope," said Margaret.
"Oh, I could not bear that!" said Meta; "but it is so different from what I thought!" "Ah! you had an Arcadia of good little girls in straw hats, such as I see in Blanche's little books," said the doctor, "all making the young lady an oracle, and doing wrong--if they do it at all--in the simplest way, just for an example to the others." "Dr.May! How can you know so well?
But do you really think it is their fault, or mine ?" "Do you think me a conjurer ?" "Well, but what do you think ?" "What do Mr.and Mrs.Charles Wilmot think ?" "I know Mrs.Wilmot thinks I spoil my class.

She spoke to me about making favourites, and sometimes has seemed surprised at things which I have done.

Last Sunday she told me she thought I had better have a steadier class, and I know whom she will give me--the great big, stupid ones, at the bottom of the first class! I do believe it is only out of good-nature that she does not tell me not to teach at all.

I have a great mind I will not; I know I do nothing but harm." "What shall you say if I tell you I think so too ?" asked the doctor.
"Oh, Dr.May, you don't really?
Now, does he, Miss May?
I am sure I only want to do them good.

I don't know what I can have done." Margaret made her perceive that the doctor was smiling, and she changed her tone, and earnestly begged to be told what they thought of the case; for if she should show her concern at home, her father and governess would immediately beg her to cease from all connection with the school, and she did not feel at all convinced that Mrs.Wilmot liked to have her there.