"I heard that it was prophesied of us that we should all turn out badly, because ill conduct runs in the blood." "You do not deserve to have such a mother," I said.
"Oh! my mother!" she said in an altered tone.

"But she has given all her sweetness to Mopsie, and--to John," she added, with an effort, a tear starting in her eye.

"But I am my father's daughter.

She would cure me too, if she knew of my badness; but she is a saint, and thinks no evil.
I work hard at my books, and she calls me a good industrious girl.

I will never pour out my bitterness on her.