Where you go I go , Miss Charlotte , and there 's an end of it . '' I was very glad , for I hated to think of parting with Nancy even to go with Cecil . As for the blank book , I have n't told my husband about it yet , but I mean to some day . And I 've subscribed for the Weekly Advocate again . III . HER FATHER 'S DAUGHTER `` We must invite your Aunt Jane , of course , '' said Mrs. Spencer . Rachel made a protesting movement with her large , white , shapely hands -- hands which were so different from the thin , dark , twisted ones folded on the table opposite her . The difference was not caused by hard work or the lack of it ; Rachel had worked hard all her life . It was a difference inherent in temperament . The Spencers , no matter what they did , or how hard they labored , all had plump , smooth , white hands , with firm , supple fingers ; the Chiswicks , even those who toiled not , neither did they spin , had hard , knotted , twisted ones . Moreover , the contrast went deeper than externals , and twined itself with the innermost fibers of life , and thought , and action . `` I do n't see why we must invite Aunt Jane , '' said Rachel , with as much impatience as her soft , throaty voice could express . `` Aunt Jane does n't like me , and I do n't like Aunt Jane . '' `` I 'm sure I do n't see why you do n't like her , '' said Mrs. Spencer . `` It 's ungrateful of you . She has always been very kind to you . '' `` She has always been very kind with one hand , '' smiled Rachel . `` I remember the first time I ever saw Aunt Jane . I was six years old . She held out to me a small velvet pincushion with beads on it .
And then , because I did not , in my shyness , thank her quite as promptly as I should have done , she rapped my head with her bethimbled finger XXXXX ` teach me better manners . '
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