"She did not know where we were. Mother never let her know."
"Do you know why not, my dear?"
"She had been so unkind—" Rotha answered in a low voice.
Mrs. Mowbray thought to herself that probably there had been fault on both sides.
"You must try and forget all that, my dear, if there were old grievances. It is best to forgive and forget, and Christmas is a capital time to do it. I never dare think of a grudge against anybody at Christmas. And your aunt seems disposed to be kind to you now."
"No, ma'am, I do not think she does."
"Don't you!"
"No, ma'am. I do not"
"Why, my dear, you must not bear malice."
"What is 'malice'?"