You never seem to me like other boys.

One would think I was a child instead of being your mother.

I thought after what you said to me that you were going to behave nicely." "I am trying to behave nicely," Ned said.

"I am sure I meant quite nicely, just as Mr.Mulready does; I think he understands me." "I don't understand that boy," Mrs.Sankey said plaintively when Ned had left the room, "and I never have understood him.

He was dreadfully spoiled when he was in India, as I have often told you; for in my weak state of health I was not equal to looking after him, and his poor father was sadly overindulgent.