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ssing-room,andFredericaspendsgreatpartofthedaythere,practisingasitiscalledbutIseldomhearanynoisewhenIpassthatwaywhatshedoeswithherselfthereIdonotknow.Thereareplentyofbooks,butitisnoteverygirlwhohasbeenrunningwildthefirstfifteenyearsofherlife,thatcanorwillread.Poorcreature!theprospectfromherwindowisnotveryinstructive,forthatroomoverlooksthelawn,youknow,withtheshrubberyononeside,whereshemayseehermotherwalkingforanhourtogetherinearnestconversationwithReginald.AgirlofFrederica’sagemustbechildishindeed,ifsuchthingsdonotstrikeher.Isitnotinexcusabletogivesuchanexampletoadaughter?YetReginaldstillthinksLadySusanthebestofmothers,andstillcondemnsFredericaasaworthlessgirl!Heisconvincedthatherattempttorunawayproceededfromnojustifiablecause,andhadnoprovocation.IamsureIcannotsaythatithad,butwhileMissSummersdeclaresthatMissVernonshowednosign
