"What have you settled about that frock?"
"There was nothing to settle!" answered her mother.
"Yes, there was; for Eliza said we had better have it as we always had, and I thought I would buy the body lining before I went home."
"Do you mean you would like to buy it for Eliza?" asked her mother.
"No, of course not, if the frock isn't to be made to fit me!" said Fanny, ready to cry with vexation.
"I told you before that your aunt had settled that point. The frock was sent for Eliza this time, and not for you, and Eliza shall have it!" Mrs. Brown spoke very decidedly, and her husband coming in at the moment looked from one to the other, wondering what had happened, and then Fanny burst into a storm of sobs and tears.
"It is a shame! it is a shame!"
"What is the matter? what is it all about, my girl?" said her father, taking his seat beside her and laying his hand on her head.
"It's all Aunt Mary's fault!" exclaimed Fanny, through her tears.
"What has Aunt Mary done?" asked her father.