And
it was before Horace went to school, and he would do nothing but sing
it at me all day, and make Winifred do so too.'
Anne could not help laughing.
'Then you too think me absurd,' said Helen; 'but if you only knew how
happy I was at Dykelands, and how desolate I sometimes feel here, you
would not wonder at me.'
'Then you do not like Abbeychurch?' said Anne incredulously; she
could not say 'you are not happy at home.'
'Who could prefer a little dismal town to a pleasant house in the
country?' said Helen; 'you like Merton Hall better than this place,
do not you, Anne?'
'Of course,' replied Anne; 'but then Merton Hall is my home.'
'And Abbeychurch is mine,' sighed poor Helen. 'I believe it is very
wrong to be discontented with home, but I cannot help it.'
'My dear Helen, what do you mean?' exclaimed Anne, quite aghast.
'Indeed, Anne,' said Helen, 'I do not wonder that you are shocked,
but you do not know how I feel here. At Dykelands I felt that people
liked me and were pleased with me, but at home nobody wants me,
nobody cares for me, I am in the way wherever I go.
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