“I don't know what you mean, mother; Charlotte and I are not the very least alike.”

“Well, I see the likeness. The same eternal worrying, the same taking back of words. You and Charlotte trying to divide two apples among three people last night might be sisters.”

“What rubbish! And if you dislike Charlotte so, it's rather a pity you asked her to stop. I warned you about her; I begged you, implored you not to, but of course it was not listened to.”

“There you go.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Charlotte again, my dear; that's all; her very words.”

Lucy clenched her teeth. “My point is that you oughtn't to have asked Charlotte to stop. I wish you would keep to the point.”