"Dixon thought!" said Margaret, her lip curling. "Dixon could not give me credit for enough true love--for as much as herself! She thought, I suppose, that I was one of those poor sickly women who like to lie on rose leaves, and be fanned all day. Don't let Dixon's fancies come any more between you and me, mamma. Don't please!" implored she.
"Don't be angry with Dixon," said Mrs. Hale, anxiously. Margaret recovered herself.

'Dixon thought!' said Margaret, her lip curling. 'Dixon could not give me credit for as much love as herself! She thought, I suppose, that I was one of those poor women who like to lie on rose leaves, and be fanned all day. Don't let Dixon's fancies come any more between you and me, mamma!'
'Don't be angry with Dixon,' said Mrs. Hale anxiously.
