if thou lik'st to be stifled in a nasty close room, learning things as is of no earthly good when they is learnt, instead o' riding on Job Donkin's hay-cart, it's thy look-out, not mine.She's a little vixen, isn't she?'
smiling at Miss Eyre, as she finished her speech.But the poor governess saw no humour in the affair; the comparison of Molly to a hen-sparrow was lost upon her.She was sensitive and conscientious, and knew, from home experience, the evils of an ungovernable temper.So she began to reprove Molly for giving way to her passion, and the child thought it hard to be blamed for what she considered her just anger against Betty.But, after all, these were the small grievances of a very happy childhood,