"Just look round you and see all that is given to you in this house.

There is your comfortable bed to sleep in, you have your meals when you are hungry, you have good clothing, you have a warm fireside to sit at, you have the protection of an honourable home.

Yet you would fling away all these advantages because of a few wounds to your pride.

Phyllis is trying, I admit--I have to suffer from her at times myself--but you and I must bear with something for the sake of what we receive." Hetty raised her eyes and looked at Miss Davis's worn face and the line of pain that had come out sharply across her brow, and forgot herself for the moment, thinking of the governess's patient life.
"But, Miss Davis, _you_ need not suffer from Phyllis; you are not like me.

Any people would be glad to get you, who are so clever and so good.
You could complain of her to her mother, and if she did not get better you could go away." "Should I be any more safe from annoyance in another family?
Hetty, my dear, there are always thorns in the path of those who are poor and dependent on others, and our wisest course is to make the best of things.