There's something horrible in the notion of a girl of eighteen sleeping with a bottle of laudanum by her bedside every night.

We all of us have our troubles.

Haven't I got mine ?" "You can do twice the work I can, twice as well as me," says Mary.

"You are never scolded and rated at for awkwardness with your needle, and I always am.

You can pay for your room every week, and I am three weeks in debt for mine." "A little more practice," says I, "and a little more courage, and you will soon do better.