"For example?" enquired her father looking with some amusement at the girl whose face had suddenly taken on an expression of severe priggishness.
"Oh! Aunt Sophia and Milly McSheen. They are always talking about their money."
Mr. Leigh's eyes were twinkling.
"You must not talk that way about your Aunt Sophia—she is very fond of you."
"She is always nagging at me—correcting me."
"She wants you to grow up to be a fine woman."
"Like her?" said Miss Eleanor pertly.
Mr. Leigh felt that it was wise to check this line of criticism, and he now spoke seriously.
"You must not be so critical of your Aunt. She is really very fond of you—and she was your mother's half-sister. You must respect her and love her."
"I love her, but I don't like her. She and Milly McSheen are just alike—always boasting of what they have, and do, and running down what others have, and do."