I didn’t ask to raise my husband’s daughter. I’ve got my own, and that’s all I need.
I can’t stand the way the girl fawns. I wish she’d stop trying to please me. She’s never going to be my own flesh and blood. And for the sake of God, stop crying!
I’ve had it. I’ll make my husband take her away so I don’t have to listen to her. I am plagued by the sight of her. He can leave her out in the fields and let the frost do the rest. As soon as he comes in, I’ll order him to do it, and I won’t take no for an answer!