'
'I have tried to tell him that it is all different now, but he does not
seem to care,' said Dolores.
'He has quite made up his mind,' said her aunt.
'Has he quite?' said Dolores. 'I thought perhaps if you talked to him
about the examination and the confirmation too--'
'But, Dolly, you are not going to a heathen country. Your confirmation
will be as much attended to in New Zealand as here.'
'Oh, but I should be confirmed with Mysie, and Aunt Lily would read
with me, and help me!'
'Yes, I see.'
'Do please tell him. Aunt Jane. He heeds what you say more than any
one. Do tell him that the only hope of my being good is if I stay with
Aunt Lily just these few years!'
'Ah, Dolly, that is what you really mean and care about--not the
Cambridge business.'
'Of course it is. Please tell him, Aunt Jane--somehow I can't--that I
was bad and foolish when I wrote all the letters he had; but now I know
better, and--and--I don't want to vex him, but I shall be ever so much
better a daughter to him if he will leave me with Aunt Lily, to learn
some of her goodness'--and there were tears in her eyes, for these
months had softened her greatly.
'My poor Dolly!' said Aunt Jane, much more tenderly than she generally
spoke. 'I am very sorry for you. I do think Aunt Lily has been the
making of you, and that it is very hard that you should have to be
uprooted from her, just as you had learnt to value her, I will tell
your father so; but honestly, I do not think it is likely to make him
change his mind.
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