And if she has not been very
wisely brought up we must not blame her too much for that."
"I do not like her; I wish she would go away," said Phyllis with quiet
determination.
"She is going to-morrow," said Mrs. Enderby.
"She is not a lady, mother, and I am quite tired of her restless ways,"
persisted Phyllis. "I hope she will never come back here."
Mrs. Enderby in her heart echoed this hope, but she controlled her
feeling against Hetty and said:
"I fear your aunt is not the sort of person to understand the bringing
up of a girl; but remember, Phyllis, that I rely on you to help me to be
of service to this poor child. Go to bed now, my daughter, and be wise,
as you usually are."
Phyllis looked troubled, and thought over her mother's words as she lay
in bed. But hers was not one of those natures that relent easily. She
tried to satisfy her conscience by assuring herself that she wished no
ill to Hetty, but quite the reverse. "Only she is different from us,"
she reflected, "and she ought to keep away with the people who suit her.
I hope aunt Amy will not bring her here again.
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