"With wise and careful training many of her faults may be cured," said Uncle Wallace, pompously.
"I don't want them cured!" Emily was getting angrier and angrier all the time under the table.
"I like my faults better than I do your- your- " she fumbled mentally for a word
- then triumphantly recalled a phrase of her fathers - "your abominable virtues!"

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