Only I don't understand her quite, and then she gets angry with me.

I know she thinks I'm a fool, and that's the worst of it." "Then, if I were you, I would come home," said Priscilla.
"She'll never forgive you if you do," said Mrs.Stanbury.
"And who need care about her forgiveness ?" said Priscilla.
"I don't mean to go home yet, at any rate," said Dorothy.

Then there was a knock at the door, and Martha entered with the cake and wine.
"Miss Stanbury's compliments, ladies, and she hopes you'll take a glass of sherry." Whereupon she filled out the glasses and carried them round.
"Pray give my compliments and thanks to my sister Stanbury," said Dorothy's mother.

But Priscilla put down the glass of wine without touching it, and looked her sternest at the maid.
Altogether, the visit was not very successful, and poor Dorothy almost felt that if she chose to remain in the Close she must lose her mother and sister, and that without really making a friend of her aunt.

There had as yet been no quarrel,--nothing that had been plainly recognised as disagreeable; but there had not as yet come to be any sympathy, or assured signs of comfortable love.