She had got down on the floor the better to manage the work; a large garment with a large patch to be laid.
"Too long, by an hour; but not long enough, inasmuch as it is not yet done."
"I am too tired to do it."
"We will see that."
Matilda sat back on her heels, looking at the hopeless piece of linen. She was flushed, and tired, and angry; but she only sat there looking at the linen.
"It has got to be done," said Mrs. Candy.
"I must get rested first," said Matilda.
"You are not to say 'must' to me," said her aunt. "My dear, I shall make you do whatever I order. You shall do exactly what I tell you in everything. Your times of having your own way are ended. You will do my way now. And you will put on that patch neatly before you eat."
"Maria will want me."
"Maria will do very well without."