"But his spine might be hurt, or his brain, without there being any outside mark. I am afraid you are very careless."
"Yes, I am. I don't care about nothing."
"Now, that's not at all pretty of you, Juliet."
"Don't want it to be pretty."
"And it's not kind and nice."
"Don't want to be kind and nice."
"And I am afraid people will not love you if you go on like this."
"Don't want people to love me."
Mrs. Rowles knew not how to soften this hard heart. "Juliet, don't you want to help your sick father and your hard-working mother, and all your hungry little brothers and sisters?"
"No, I don't. I want to go away from them. I want to have mutton-chops and rice puddings like we used to have when there was not so many of us; and merino frocks, and new boots with elastic sides; and the Crystal Palace."