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'How jolly we shall be! I wish Ada had come.'
'I tried to drag her out, but it gets harder and harder to shake her
up. You must come back with me and see her.'
'I say, Jane, have you seen Maurice's child lately?'
'Not very. She wouldn't come with the others last week.'
'What do you think about her? I thought leaving her with Lily would
have been the making of her. Indeed, I told Maurice there could not be
a better brought up set anywhere than the Merrifields, and that Lily
would mother her like one of her own; and now I find her moping about,
looking regularly down in the mouth. I got hold of her one day and
tried to find out what was the matter, but she only said she would not
complain. Can they bully her?'
'I'll tell you what, Maurice, Lily is a great deal too kind to her. She
has a kind of temper that won't let them make friends with her.'
'Come now! She was a nice jolly little girl at home. She and I have had
no end of larks together, and it is hard to blame her for fretting
after her home, poor child--Aye! I know you never liked her, or she
might have done better with you and Ada than turned in among a lot of
imps.'
'I'm thankful it was otherwise!'
'Now do, Jane, set your mind to it. Don't be prejudiced, but make those
sharp eyes of some use. I really feel bound to give Maurice an account
of Dolly, and tell him what is best for her.'
'I believe,' said Jane, 'that there is some counter-influence at work,
and I am trying to find it out; but, after all, I believe patience is
the only thing, and that Lily will conquer her if nobody meddles.
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