Mary, I am prejudiced, and I cannot help it.

Something tells me my sister will obtain no good from this intimacy, I never did like her, and of late this feeling has increased.

Ellen is pleased, too, when her health permits her to join our agreeable little coteries.

She appears overcoming her very great reserve, but does not become more lively.

She looks always to me, as if she felt a stain yet lingers on her character, and though mamma and papa treat her even more kindly than they did before, if possible, still there are times when to me she appears inwardly unhappy.