them, I certainly might live a quieter, and perhaps a happier,
life. But what then, have I been always in the wrong all my
lifetime? for I always quarrelled and hated everyone who had
offended me. Oh! I cannot bear that thought! It is enough to
make me mad! when I imagined myself so wise and so sensible, to
find out that I have been always a fool. If I think a moment
longer about it, I shall die with grief and shame. I must think
myself in the right; and I will too. But, as Miss Jenny says, I
really am unhappy; for I hate all my schoolfellows; and yet I dare
not do them any mischief; for my mistress will punish me severely
if I do. I should not so much mind that neither; but then those I
intend to hurt will triumph over me, to see me punished for their
sakes. In short, the more I reflect, the more I am afraid Miss
Jenny is in the right; and yet it breaks my heart to think so.'

Here the poor girl wept so bitterly, and was so heartily grieved,
that she could not utter one word more; but sat herself down,
reclining her head upon her hand, in the most melancholy posture
that could be; nor could she close her eyes all night, but lay
tossing and raving with the thought how she should act, and what
she should say to Miss Jenny the next day.

When the morning came, Miss Sukey dreaded every moment, as the
time drew nearer when she must meet Miss Jenny. She knew it would
not be possible to resist her arguments; and yet shame for having
been in fault overcame her.

As soon as Miss Jenny saw Miss Sukey with her eyes cast down, and
confessing, by a look of sorrow, that she would take her advice,
she embraced her kindly; and, without giving her the trouble to