“But Aunt Frances does not like me.”
“You must try to win her affection, Evelyn; it will all come in good time.”
“It is not pleasant to be in the house with a person who does not like you, is it, Uncle Edward?”
“I can understand you, Evelyn; it is not pleasant.”
“And Audrey only half-likes me.”
“My dear little girl,” said her uncle, rousing himself to talk in a more serious strain, “would it not be wisest for you to give over thinking of who likes you and who does not, and to devote all your time to doing what is right?”
Evelyn made a wry face.
“I don’t care about doing what is right,” she said; “I don’t like it.”
Her uncle smiled.
“You are a strange girl; but I believe you have improved,” he said.