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'I'm sure Priscilla does the best she can,' said Dorothy, going back to
the old subject.
'Ah well yes. What I want to say about Priscilla is this. It is a
thousand pities she is so obstinate, so pigheaded, so certain that she
can manage everything for herself better than anybody else can for
her.' Miss Stanbury was striving to say something good of her niece,
but found the task to be difficult and distasteful to her.
'She has managed for mamma ever so many years; and since she took it we
have hardly ever been in debt,' said Dorothy.
'She'll do all that, I don't doubt. I don't suppose she cares much for
ribbons and false hair for herself.'
'Who? Priscilla! The idea of Priscilla with false hair!'
'I dare say not, I dare say not. I do not think she'd spend her mother's
money on things of that kind.'
'Aunt Stanbury, you don't know her.'
'Ah; very well. Perhaps I don't. But, come, my dear, you are very hard
upon me, and very anxious to take your sister's part. And what is it
all about? I've just written to her as civil a letter as one woman ever
wrote to another.


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