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'And where is Lizzie?' said Lady Merton; 'is she with your Mamma?'
'No,' said Helen, 'her other work is not over yet. On Sunday
evening, she always reads with four great girls who have left school,
and have no time to learn except on Sunday evenings. I am sure I
cannot think how she can; I should have thought morning and afternoon
school quite enough for anyone!' And she threw herself back on the
sofa, and gave a very long yawn.
Her aunt smiled as she answered, 'You certainly seem to find it so.'
'Indeed I do,' said Helen; 'I think teaching the most tiresome work
in the world.'
'O Helen, is it possible?' cried Anne.
'Helen is not much used to it,' said her aunt.
'No,' said Helen, 'there used to be teachers enough without me, but
now Lizzie wants me to take a class, I suppose I must, because it is
my duty; but really I do not think I can ever like it.'
'If you do it cheerfully because it is your duty, you will soon be
surprised to find yourself interested in it,' said her aunt.
'Now, Aunt Anne,' said Helen, sitting up, and looking rather more
alive, 'I really did take all the pains I could to-day, but I was
never more worried than with the dullness of those children.
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