'
'Helen's occupation being out of the natural course of things,' said
Anne, 'I should think she was better employed than we were.'
'In making a noise,' said Elizabeth; 'so were we, I do not see much
difference.'
'O Lizzie, it was not the same thing!' said Helen, exceedingly
mortified at being laughed at for what she considered as a heroic
piece of self-denial, and so it was, though perhaps not so great in
her as it would have been in one who was less musical, and more
addicted to the noise of folly.
'How touchy Helen is this evening!' thought Elizabeth; 'I had better
let her alone, both for her sake and my own.'
'How foolish I was to interfere!' thought Anne; 'it was the most
awkward thing I ever did; I only roused the spirit of contradiction,
and did Helen more harm than good; I never will meddle between
sisters again.'
Presently after, Elizabeth asked Harriet Hazleby whether she had ever
been at Winchester.
'Yes,' was the answer, 'and a duller place I would not wish to see.'
'It is a handsome old town, is it not?' inquired Anne, turning to
Lucy; but Harriet caught up the word, and exclaimed, 'Handsome,
indeed! I do not think there is one tolerable new looking street in
the whole place, except one or two houses just up by the railroad
station.
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