One day Cynthia read Molly's thought.'I am not good, and I told you so.Somehow I cannot forgive her for her neglect of me as a child, when I would have clung to her.Besides, I hardly ever heard from her when I was at school.And I know she put a stop to my coming over to her wedding.I saw the letter she wrote to Madame Lefevre.
A child should be brought up with its parents, if it is to think them infallible when it grows up.' 'But though it may know that there must be faults,' replied Molly, 'it ought to cover them over and try to forget their existence.' 'It ought.But don't you see I have grown up outside the pale of duty and "oughts." Love me as r am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.'