They are so bad they ought not to live.

I don't feel a particle of sympathy for such cases.

If they'd only behave themselves, it would not happen." "But, mamma," said Eva, "the poor creature was unhappy; that's what made her drink." "O, fiddlestick! as if that were any excuse! I'm unhappy, very often.

I presume," she said, pensively, "that I've had greater trials than ever she had.

It's just because they are so bad.