"As you please; but she is not worth quarrelling about. I shall be quite glad when she is gone to London, and then we shall hear no more about her. I hate having nothing but Lucy Cunningham dinned into my ears from morning till night."
"It is better than Emily Morton, at any rate," said Margaret, with a half contemptuous glance at Amy. "One is a lady."
"Oh Margaret!" exclaimed Amy, while the colour rushed to her face; "you don't mean to say that Miss Morton is not a lady?"
"I mean that she is not half so much of a lady as Lucy Cunningham; of course she must be something like one, or mamma would not let her be with us."
"But indeed, Margaret," replied Amy, trying to speak calmly, "I do think you must be wrong. I am sure if a stranger saw them together, they would say directly there was no comparison between them."
"But what has that to do with it?" said Margaret, "It cannot alter the case. Lucy Cunningham is the daughter of a nobleman."
"Yes, but that is not everything."
"And Emily Morton is a governess," continued Margaret, in a decided tone, as if there could be no arguing against such a truth.
"Yes," again repeated Amy; "and yet, if Miss Cunningham were a princess, it would make no difference in my feelings."
"Then your feelings must be wrong, and all the world would say the same."