"
"Everything is so contrary and provoking," said Fanny, petulantly.
"Now what in the world have you to fret about?" asked Polly,
rather anxiously.
"Quantities of things," began Fan, and then stopped, for somehow
she felt ashamed to own that she was afflicted because she could
n't have a new set of furs, go to Paris in the spring, and make Mr.
Sydney love her. She hunted up something more presentable, and
said in a despairing tone, "Well, mother is very poorly, Tom and
Trix quarrel all the time, Maud gets more and more wilful every
day, and papa is worried about his affairs."
"A sad state of things, but nothing very desperate. Can't you lend a
hand anywhere? That might do good all round."
"No; I have n't the talent for managing people, but I see what ought
to be done."
"Well, don't wail about it; keep yourself happy, if you can; it will
help other people to see you cheerful."
"Just what Tom said,'Keep jolly'; but, dear me, how can one, when
everything is so stupid and tiresome?"
"If ever a girl needed work, it 's you!" cried Polly.
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