'
'Indeed,' said Helen warmly, 'I do value my sisters very much; I am
sure I am very fond of them.'
'As long as they give you no trouble,' said Lady Merton.
'Well,' said Helen, 'I see you may well think me a very poor selfish
creature, but I really do mean to try to improve. I will offer to
undertake Dora's music; Lizzie does not understand that, and it is
often troublesome to Mamma to find time to hear her practise, and I
think I should pay more attention to it than Kate does sometimes. I
think Dora will play very well, and I should like her to play duets
with me.'
'I am glad you can endure one of your sisters,' said Anne, laughing
rather maliciously.
'Pray say no more of that, Anne,' said Helen; 'it was only my foolish
indolence that made me make such a speech.'
As Helen finished speaking, Elizabeth came into the room, looking
rather weary, but very blithe. 'I have been having a most delightful
talk about the Consecration with the girls,' said she, 'hearing what
they saw, and what they thought of it. Mary Watson took her master's
children up the hill to see the church-yard consecrated, and the
eldest little boy--that fine black-eyed fellow, you know, Helen--said
he never could play at ball there again, now the Bishop had read the
prayers there.
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