Now I don't know at all.

Why, they can't even seem to agree on that! I suppose it's just some more of that incompatibility business showing up even when they are apart.

And poor me--I have to suffer for it.

I'm beginning to see that the child does suffer--I mean the child of unlikes.
Now, look at me right now--about my clothes, for instance.

(Of course clothes are a little thing, you may think; but I don't think anything's little that's always with you like clothes are!) Well, here all summer, and even before I came, I've been wearing stuffy gingham and clumpy shoes to please Father.