I might
take equal
rank in
her
affections
with my
sister
Betsey
Trotwood.
'Trot,'said
my aunt
one
evening,
when the
backgammon-board
was placed
as usual
for
herself
and Mr.
Dick,'we
must not
forget
your
education.'
This was
my only
subject of
anxiety,
and I felt
quite
delighted
by her
referring
to it.
'Should
you like
to go to
school at
Canterbury?'said
my aunt. I
replied
that I
should
like it
very much,
as it was
so near
her.
'Good,'said
