Everybody petted me, but that was when the trying not to remember began." "Don't you think of it another minute," Sylvia said, sternly.
"I won't; I won't, really.

I--" "For goodness' sake, child, don't hang that heavy coat over that lace waist--you'll ruin it!" cried Sylvia.
Rose removed the coat hurriedly, and resumed, as Sylvia took it out of her hand: "It was right after that Cousin Eliza Farrel came, and then all that money was left to me by a cousin of father's, who died.
Then I went to live with Mrs.Wilton and Miss Pamela, and I went to school, and I went abroad, and I always had plenty, and never any trouble, except once in a while being afraid I should remember something dreadful.

Poor Cousin Eliza Farrel taught school all the time.

I never saw her but twice after the first time.

When I grew older I tried to have her come and live with me.