"Yes, Cornelius, that is it," I replied, with a beating heart.
"My good little girl," he said kindly, "I am glad you have such good resolves; but I must set you right. You talk of not being jealous any more, as you would talk of taking off a dress and never putting it on again."
"And should I, Cornelius, if it were old and worn out?"
"But is this one worn out?"
"I hope so. I think so."
"I hope so too."
But I could see he did not think it. I was anxious to convince him, and resumed—
"Cornelius, do you remember how insolent I was when papa lived?—how rude I showed myself to you when you came to see him?—how over-bearing to the servants?"
"You were a spoiled child, certainly; but you have got over that."
"I think I have, Cornelius. When I came here, I was rude to Deborah, who was good enough to bear with it for a long time; but one day Kate heard me, and she told me she thought it very mean and ungenerous to be rude to servants. She said she would not enjoin on me to apologize to Deborah; but she hoped that, for my own sake, I would do so. The next day I went down into the kitchen, and asked Deborah to forgive me."