And I am trying to care for the rest still, but I cannot yet as I did for her.

There are none of the eyes that look as if they were eating up one's words before they come, and that smile of comprehension! Oh, they all are such stupid little dolts, and so indifferent!" "Why, Ethel!" "Fancy last Friday--Mary and I found only eight there--" "Do you remember what a broiling day Friday was ?" interrupted Margaret.
"Miss Winter and Norman both told me I ought not to let them go, and I began to think so when they came home.

Mary was the colour of a peony!" "Oh! it would not have signified if the children had been good for anything, but all their mothers were out at work, and, of those that did come, hardly one had learned their lessons--Willy Blake had lost his spelling-card; Anne Harris kicked Susan Pope, and would not say she was sorry; Mary Hale would not know M from N, do all our Mary would; and Jane Taylor, after all the pains I have taken with her, when I asked how the Israelites crossed the Red Sea, seemed never to have heard of them." Margaret could have said that Ethel had come in positively crying with vexation, but with no diminution of the spirit of perseverance.
"I am so glad you are come, Richard!" she continued.

"You will put a little new life into them.

They all looked so pleased when we told them Mr.Richard was coming." "I hope we shall get on," said Richard.
"I want you to judge whether the Popes are civilised enough to be dressed for Sunday-school.