"Never to me. She is the sweetest little thing, and so well brought up. Oh, if all were like Maggie, there would be no trouble. But sometimes Margaret fears whether she has will enough of her own."
"Oh, dear!" said Ada. "One has too much, and one too little. Why, Christina, I am always struggling because I have too much."
Christina smiled sympathizingly. "Yes, Ada; so it is."
"Now at home," pursued Ada, "I do dislike to give in to Nellie, dearly as I love her. She is so methodical, and nice, and wise; and I am 'harum-scarum,' and full of spirits, and when I am wild to do some outlandish thing, she advises me not—almost commands me—says mamma would not wish it; and then up rises my will, and I can't give in."
"But Nellie does not do it to destroy your pleasure, dear Ada, I am sure. Can you not try to consider whether it would be your mamma's wish?"
"I do, Christina; but don't you think it is a little hard to be ruled by elder sisters?"
"I daresay it is," answered Christina; "but I often wish I had one."
"Well, I am afraid I'm not a good temper, and that makes me so annoyed over little things."
"So you feel it is like a sore place that you have just got to bear."
Ada looked up at the tone in which Christina said this, and found there was a glimmer of a smile in her eyes.