I felt how just, and kind, and considerate my father was, and I resolved to the utmost to follow his advice.  I shall never forget those Christmas holidays.  They were very, very happy ones.  Our eldest brother Jack, who was at college, was a very clever fellow, and put us up to all sorts of fun.  In doors and out of doors there was nothing he did not think of.  He never bullied, and wasn't a bit spoiled.  He was going to study at the bar, that he might better look after the family property.  James, the next, was the quiet one; he was preparing for the Church.  Then came our third sister, Mary.  Julia and Isabella were older than any of us.  Mary was my favourite.  There was nothing she wouldn't do for me--or, for that matter, for any of us.  She did not like baiting our hooks when we were fishing, but still she did it when we asked her; and I do really believe that the worms didn't feel half the pain they otherwise would when handled by her fingers.  She'd go out with us rat-catching and badger-hunting, and yet, to see her in the drawing-room, there wasn't a sweeter, softer, more feminine girl in the county.  When we were at school, she wrote us twice as many letters as anybody else, and told us how the pony and the dogs were getting on; and how old Martin had found a wasp's nest, which he was keeping for us to blow up--and all that sort of thing.  Willie and Georgie were at school with me, and Herbert was going the next half, and after him were two more girls, so that Mary had no companions of her own age, and that made her, I suppose, stick so much more to us than the older ones did, who were now young ladies--old enough to go to balls, and to talk when any gentlemen called.