In her excitement she rose from the bed and paced the floor.
“You can, undoubtedly, be as unhappy as you choose, and you can _hate_ father’s wife if you want to; but I think it would be a great deal easier to love her,” said Alice. “I am sure, if our own blessed mother could speak to us, she would bid us treat her very kindly and try to make her happy with us.”
“There is no danger but she will be _happy_ enough,” retorted Clara. “Yet she shall lament the day she ever intruded upon us here.”
“Oh, Clara, Clara! you are very wrong. You ought not to speak so or to feel so,” said Alice, sadly, putting her arm about her sister’s waist and joining in her walk. “Certainly she had a right to love our father and to marry him, and I do not see the need of suspecting her of a plot upon our peace.”
“But what infatuated father to ask her? How could he forget my beautiful mother so soon!” and Clara threw herself, weeping, into a chair.
“He has _not_ forgotten her,” replied Alice, almost indignantly. “And you and I have no right to doubt that he loved her even better than we. But I know not why that should render it impossible for him to appreciate loveliness in another. He was very desolate, and I am thankful that he has found such a friend.”
“_Such_ a friend? I see nothing remarkably lovely about her.”
“_Attractive!_ Pray what has attracted you, dear? She is, certainly, very plain.”
“She looks as though she meant to rule the world, with her great black eyes and military form.”
“Her ‘great black eyes’ are soft, I am sure, and I admire her form. Then she looks so animated when she speaks, and her smile is absolutely fascinating.”
“Only look at the picture you hold in your hand, Alice, and say, if you can, that you admire _her_.”
“Nobody is so lovely as mother. But, if you were not determined to find fault, I know this face would please you. At any rate, you cannot dislike her manner; she is very ladylike. She dresses, too, in perfect taste.”
“I suppose she is well-bred, and I have no reason to doubt her dress-maker’s taste. But once more, Alice, I never shall like her, and I beg you never to speak to me of her except from necessity. You, of course, can love her just as well as you have a mind to, but you must not expect me to. I shall try to be civil to her.”