It was the same when Mamma's sister, Miss Dorothea
Hazleby, died; I am sure I was very sorry for Aunt Dorothy, for she
was a most amiable person, and had always been particularly kind to
me, and I was very sorry too for Mamma and old Mrs. Hazleby, who were
broken-hearted about it; yet would you believe it? the very day that
Papa was gone to Hastings, to the funeral, and Mamma was at home, too
ill and too wretched to go, even to her mother, I was out in the
garden with Horace and Dora, forgot all about her distress, and began
a noisy game with them close under her window. She sent Kate to tell
them not to make such a noise; and when we came in, and she found
that it was my doing, she gave me such a kind, grieved, reproachful
look, that I think I shall never forget it. And now it is most
strange to think how wildly and merrily I laughed at all Rupert's
jokes, when I knew I was in disgrace, and after having behaved so
very ill.'
'Indeed, I did not think it would have distressed you so much,' said
Anne; 'I never thought it was more than a very foolish affair.
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