"Nothing bad," Hettie whined. Of course nothing she'd done was becoming of a young lady, either, and that was the trouble. "He's just... I don't know, boring. And he always has been. He'd've been happier with a porcelain doll than a daughter." At least that wouldn't talk back-- or get sent to detention and sully his good name. "He'll be furious if I get sent to detention again this year." As though it were about 'if' and not about 'how many times.'

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