"Don't say what would be good for me, mamma," Gwendolen answered, impetuously. "You don't know what would be good for me. You and my uncle must not contradict me and tell me anything is good for me when I feel it is not good."
Mrs. Davilow was silent, not wondering that the poor child was irritable. Presently Gwendolen said,
"I was always naughty to you, mamma."
"No, dear, no."
"Yes, I was," said Gwendolen insistently. "It is because I was always wicked that I am miserable now."

"Don't say what would be good for me, mamma," Gwendolen answered impetuously. "You don't know what would be good for me. You and my uncle must not contradict me and tell me what would be good for me."
Mrs. Davilow was silent, not wondering that the poor child was irritable. Presently Gwendolen said-
"I was always naughty to you, mamma."
"No, dear."
"Yes, I was," said Gwendolen insistently. "It is because I was always wicked that I am miserable now."
