"I don't care; it was awfully rude; and people ought to be polite, if they're ever so good."
"What is all that?" said Mrs. Englefield. "That is not Tilly's map?"
"Oh no, mamma; she can't draw maps; she is only setting up for a judge."
"She would do it as well as that, if she would try," said her mother. "I wish you would love your studies, Matilda. You could do so well if you pleased."
"Clarissa Candy will make you both ashamed," said Anne. "She has learned everything, and is terribly smart; 'going on to learn everything else,' her mother says."
"Mamma," said Maria, "I have only my green silk and my blue delaine for nice dresses; and the silk is old-fashioned, you know, and the delaine is too short; and I want my merino finished."
"Finish it, then."
Maria pouted.
"I cannot afford every indulgence to you, as your aunt can to Clarissa; you must make it up by your own industry."
"But can I, mamma?"