T. Oh, I dare say, and a nasty conceited thing. Everybody’ll hate you.
M. But you oughtn’t to hate me, Tom. It will be very wicked of you, for I shall be your sister.
T. Oh, bother! Come, it’s time for me to learn my lessons. Just see what I’ve got to do!
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- Mrs. Tulliver.
- Mrs. Pullet.
Mrs. P. My new bonnet has come home, Bessy.
Mrs. T. Has it, sister? And how do you like it?
Mrs. P. It’s apt to make a mess with clothes, taking them out and putting them in again. But it would be a pity for you to go away without seeing it. There’s no knowing what may happen.
Mrs. T. I’m afraid it’ll be troublesome to you getting it out, sister; but I should like to see what kind of a crown she’s made you.