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Divers Women by Mrs. C.M. Livingston;Pansy
page 37 of 187 (19%)
"Well, I never saw anything like you for carelessness," she said in a
high-keyed voice.

"There goes another of that set! You were vexed, or that wouldn't
have happened. I heard how you slammed about after I spoke to you.
Now pick up the pieces and go away. I will wash them myself."

Every nerve in the girl's body fairly quivered. Her mother had
touched her on a tender point. She had been drilled by her
music-teacher for a long time on the high notes of a difficult piece
of music, and she had just succeeded in trilling it out to her own
satisfaction and delight, when she was startled by her mother's
voice. Poor Margaret! She had a hot temper, and when the severe
reprimand for her carelessness was added, she felt so angry and
disgraced that she would have said many a word to repent of, but
happily she could not control her voice to speak. Every time she
attempted it, a choking sob stood right in the doorway, and would not
let the wicked words out.

Mrs. Murray was a pattern housekeeper, a model of neatness.
Everything in her house shone, from the parlour windows to the
kitchen stove. Her cake was always light, her bread sweet. No table
could compare with hers for delicious variety. Her housekeeping was a
fine art, before which everything else was made to bow. Her parlour
was made most attractive in all its appointments, and everything that
goes to make a pleasant home was lavishly supplied by her husband;
yet a more uncomfortable family it would be hard to find.

The parlour was kept closed and dark, except on rare occasion. Flies,
and dust, and mud were Mrs. Murray's avowed enemies. To overcome them
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