Anne's face darkened.
"Where is Blessington Avenue?" asked Letitia.
"It's away over the other side of the city," Anne answered.
"Well, I suppose there is all New York between us," said Letitia. "Don't you think this is a delightful part of the town, Matilda?"
"I should think you would go back to Shadywalk, Anne and Letty, when you have learned what you want to learn; it would be pleasanter to make dresses for the people there, wouldn't it, than for people here?"
"Speak for yourself," said Letty. "Do you think nobody wants to be in New York but you?"
"I don't want to live where Mrs. Candy lives," said Anne. "That's enough for me."
The conversation had got into a very disagreeable channel, where Matilda could not deal with it. Perhaps that helped her to remember that it was getting late and she must go.
"How did you get here?" asked Letitia. "You could not find your way alone. I declare! you don't mean to say that carriage is for you?"
"I couldn't come any other way," said Ma-tilda, as meekly as if it had been a sin to ride in a carriage.