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‘
You
’
re
the
wax
-
work
child
,
are
you
not
?
’
said
Miss
Monflathers
.
‘
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
Nell
,
colouring
deeply
,
for
the
young
ladies
had
collected
about
her
,
and
she
was
the
centre
on
which
all
eyes
were
fixed
.
‘
And
don
’
t
you
think
you
must
be
a
very
wicked
little
child
,
’
said
Miss
Monflathers
,
who
was
of
rather
uncertain
temper
,
and
lost
no
opportunity
of
impressing
moral
truths
upon
the
tender
minds
of
the
young
ladies
,
‘
to
be
a
wax
-
work
child
at
all
?
’
Poor
Nell
had
never
viewed
her
position
in
this
light
,
and
not
knowing
what
to
say
,
remained
silent
,
blushing
more
deeply
than
before
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
know
,
’
said
Miss
Monflathers
,
‘
that
it
’
s
very
naughty
and
unfeminine
,
and
a
perversion
of
the
properties
wisely
and
benignantly
transmitted
to
us
,
with
expansive
powers
to
be
roused
from
their
dormant
state
through
the
medium
of
cultivation
?
’
The
two
teachers
murmured
their
respectful
approval
of
this
home
-
thrust
,
and
looked
at
Nell
as
though
they
would
have
said
that
there
indeed
Miss
Monflathers
had
hit
her
very
hard
.
Then
they
smiled
and
glanced
at
Miss
Monflathers
,
and
then
,
their
eyes
meeting
,
they
exchanged
looks
which
plainly
said
that
each
considered
herself
smiler
in
ordinary
to
Miss
Monflathers
,
and
regarded
the
other
as
having
no
right
to
smile
,
and
that
her
so
doing
was
an
act
of
presumption
and
impertinence
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
feel
how
naughty
it
is
of
you
,
’
resumed
Miss
Monflathers
,
‘
to
be
a
wax
-
work
child
,
when
you
might
have
the
proud
consciousness
of
assisting
,
to
the
extent
of
your
infant
powers
,
the
manufactures
of
your
country
;
of
improving
your
mind
by
the
constant
contemplation
of
the
steam
-
engine
;
and
of
earning
a
comfortable
and
independent
subsistence
of
from
two
-
and
-
ninepence
to
three
shillings
per
week
?
Don
’
t
you
know
that
the
harder
you
are
at
work
,
the
happier
you
are
?
’
‘
“
How
doth
the
little
—
“
’
murmured
one
of
the
teachers
,
in
quotation
from
Doctor
Watts
.
‘
Eh
?
’
said
Miss
Monflathers
,
turning
smartly
round
.
‘
Who
said
that
?
’
Of
course
the
teacher
who
had
not
said
it
,
indicated
the
rival
who
had
,
whom
Miss
Monflathers
frowningly
requested
to
hold
her
peace
;
by
that
means
throwing
the
informing
teacher
into
raptures
of
joy
.
