should do it if you were not good-looking. Why ain’t you ugly?”
Lizzie merely answered this difficult question with an apologetic glance.
“However, you ain’t,” resumed Miss Potterson, “so it’s no use going into that. I must take you as I find you. Which indeed is what I’ve done. And you mean to say you are still obstinate?”
“Not obstinate, Miss, I hope.”
“Firm (I suppose you call it) then?”
“Yes, Miss. Fixed like.”
“Never was an obstinate person yet, who would own to the word!” remarked Miss Potterson, rubbing her vexed nose; “I’m sure I would, if I was obstinate; but I am a pepperer, which is different. Lizzie Hexam, Lizzie Hexam, think again. Do you know the worst of your father?”