I am not, the least in the world! which I would fain have explained, only mere friends can never understand the ins and outs of a family. If I offered to assist her in the house, how Penelope would stare! Or even in her schools and parish–but that I cannot do. Teaching is to me perfectly intolerable. The moment I have to face two dozen pairs of round eyes, every particle of sense takes flight, and I become the veriest of cowards, ready to sink through the floor. The same, too, in district visiting. What business have I, because I happen to be the clergyman’s daughter, to go lifting the latch, and poking about poor people’s houses, obliging them to drop me curtseys, and receive civilly my tracts and advice–which they neither read nor follow, and might be none the better for it if they did.