Other editions of book A girl of high adventure

... “ You ought to be very thankful to have an uncle and aunt like myself and your Uncle John,” said the good woman. “ If my John was not what he is, you would be nothing more nor less than a miserable little beggar. See that you obey us both and do your best to return the great kindnesses that we show you.” Little Margot St. Juste found it quite easy to respond to her uncle’s kindness, but her aunt’s was a totally different matter. Mrs. Mansfield’s kindness consisted of “ Don’t, don’t, don’t” repeated with increasing energy from morning to night. “ Don’t attempt to stand on the hearth-rug, you bad child.” “ Don’t look so silly; get your seam and begin to sew.” “ Don’t stare at me out of those eyes of yours; you make me quite sick when you do, and above all things don’t make a fool of your poor, overworked uncle. He has no right to teach you Latin and Greek. Such languages are not meant for women and I shall tell him so, if you don’t do it yourself. Do you hear me ? ” But Margot was always coming across what she called “ last straws ” and this happened to be one. She was not afraid of her aunt, she only hated her. How she went straight up to her and stared...

Little Marguerite lived with an uncle, who was really only that relation by marriage; his name was the Reverend John Mansfield. He had a large living in a large town about fifty miles from London, and he adopted Marguerite shortly after the death of her parents. This tragedy happened when she was very young, almost a baby. She did not in the least remember her father, whose dancing black eyes and merry ways had endeared him to all who knew him. Nor did she recall a single fact with regard to her mother—one of those famous Desmonds, who had joined the rebels in the great insurrection of '97, and whose people still lived and prospered and were gay and merry of the merry on their somewhat tattered and worn-out country estate.

... “ You ought to be very thankful to have an uncle and aunt like myself and your Uncle John,” said the good woman. “ If my John was not what he is, you would be nothing more nor less than a miserable little beggar. See that you obey us both and do your best to return the great kindnesses that we show you.” Little Margot St. Juste found it quite easy to respond to her uncle’s kindness, but her aunt’s was a totally different matter. Mrs. Mansfield’s kindness consisted of “ Don’t, don’t, don’t” repeated with increasing energy from morning to night. “ Don’t attempt to stand on the hearth-rug, you bad child.” “ Don’t look so silly; get your seam and begin to sew.” “ Don’t stare at me out of those eyes of yours; you make me quite sick when you do, and above all things don’t make a fool of your poor, overworked uncle. He has no right to teach you Latin and Greek. Such languages are not meant for women and I shall tell him so, if you don’t do it yourself. Do you hear me ? ” But Margot was always coming across what she called “ last straws ” and this happened to be one. She was not afraid of her aunt, she only hated her. How she went straight up to her and stared...