"And we are here," said Letitia. "I don't know why all the good should come to Matilda, for my part."
Matilda could say nothing. It was a dash of cold water.
"I suppose you have everything in the world you want?" Letitia went on.
"Does she treat you really exactly as if you were her child?" said Anne. "Mrs. Laval, I mean."
"Just as if I were," said Matilda.
"And you can have everything you want?" asked Letitia; but not as if she were glad of it.
"If Mrs. Laval knows it," said Matilda.
"You can let her know it, I suppose. It ain't fair!" cried Letitia; "it ain't fair! Why should Matilda have all the good that comes to anybody? Here this child can have everything she wants; and you and I, and Maria, have to work and work and pinch and pinch, and can't get it then."
"Is that your dress for every day?" said Anne, after she had lifted Matilda's cloak to see what was underneath.
"I don't know, Anne."