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It seemed more like a dream than ever the next day.
"I can't understand how I took it so quietly," Charlotte thought to herself as she was dressing. "I suppose I was half stunned. I feel this morning as if I could just _scream_ with delight. To think of _Silverthorns_ coming to be our home -- our own beautiful home. And how I have grumbled, and how jealous I have been of _her_. I don't suppose she could ever quite understand -- nobody who has never been poor themselves can. But, oh, I shall try to be kind and sympathising to others. It makes me feel as I used to when I was little, sometimes, when mamma saw I was cross and discontented, and instead of speaking sharply she would do some kind thing to make me feel happy. I wonder if God sometimes makes people good that way? For I know _I_ haven't deserved it, though dear papa, and mamma, and Arthur, and Jerry have. Oh, to think I may tell Jerry!"