It was wonderful to see the fury of the contest in the girl, and the bodily struggle she made as if she were rent by the Demons of old.
'I am younger than she is by two or three years, and yet it's me that looks after her, as if I was old, and it's she that's always petted and called Baby! I detest the name.

I hate her! They make a fool of her, they spoil her.

She thinks of nothing but herself, she thinks no more of me than if I was a stock and a stone!' So the girl went on.
'You must have patience.' 'I WON'T have patience!' 'If they take much care of themselves, and little or none of you, you must not mind it.' I WILL mind it.' 'Hush! Be more prudent.

You forget your dependent position.' 'I don't care for that.

I'll run away.